Of Mornings Quiet
By a cloak of mist, Whispered lullabies sweet, This river still, In slumber deep. A soul or two, In tranquility profound, Hushing sounds…
Read MoreBy a cloak of mist, Whispered lullabies sweet, This river still, In slumber deep. A soul or two, In tranquility profound, Hushing sounds…
Read MoreFar away a glimmer of hope, Or a mirage harsh? Hope! Is it there for real? Tomorrow at dawn A new day begins,…
Read MoreDays with nights Seldom collide, Waiting restless, Dazed hope in stride. Distance obscure, Parched rains pour. Sweet scent fragrant, Fading folklore. But wish…
Read MoreOverwhelming, isn’t it? What did you think?It gives me goosebumps that so many people need help and support out there but we live…
Read MoreTime hasn’t been kind to me at all the past couple of weeks. It has suddenly developed this habit of playing hide &…
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