Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
These decaying leaves hold mysteries of life, death, and rebirtha miraculous blend of science and magic sustaining where they recklessly fall, creating a patchwork blanketĀ to warm tiny seeds yearning to anchorĀ into the richness of Mother Earth.
Spectral traces from long ago whispering in every room the sounds of children laughing amidst the tainted ruins
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