Overcast day, the sky weeps hard.
Trickling rivulet beyond yard,
gathers all tears, glistens like shard.
Wild, raw and impassioned freedom.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Words of Winds
A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...
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Sunday, July 9, 2023
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