ROSES ARE RED
At the quiet corner of my backyard blooms a red rose,proudly beneath the sky as if guarding silent memories. Each morning, its petals awaken with the touch of sunlight, glowing…
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What A Lovely day
I bent the sun to my plans, yet I bent several of its hours to good use though small troubles, sharing meaningful images, and finding quiet joy in tasks completed. Those talking…
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