Friday, 24 October 2025
Colourful horns
The buffaloes closely followed by cows, walked with swinging grace, a light tinkling sound of bells compelling every glance their way, as they proudly moved on, their colorful horns like a crown, magnetically holding every gaze.. the sky bursting with shades of greys and blues, playfully trying to veil the sun, as the wind helped push and race across fields and trees, amidst blooming hues of green that laughed as if tickled by the irrepressible breeze.
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