Winds of reminiscence
Flows over me
The umbrella of evening embraces the transitional cart
I carry the unseen thread to my tenderfoots
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very nice.... great artistic lines... nice flow.. short and tasty cheers sat
‘I am unable to perceive myself in the mirror of unfinished hope.’ Maestro…beaut…gloss…beaming…that’s my comment Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10