Friday, 24 October 2025

Enveloping arms

The sky stored its stories in the clouds clustered together, some blushed, some glowed, some darkened, some paled, the wind looked spellbound, at this painting in the sky, every brush, every hue, every line, every word, ready to fly into its enveloping arms..
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