Friday, 24 October 2025
Wisps of transience
The dark clouds rush in chasing, melding into every bit of space, the wind exhilaratingly at their back, they roar in jubilant revelry, irrepressible pranksters, gleefully getting ready to drench the world, and laughingly see them scurry and hide.. wooing the hills in an impromptu dance, reaching down into the valleys and fields, creating a hush, romancing nature, bewitching the sight into a foggy haze, inspiring love songs that took birth in these wisps of transience touched by every bit of the substantive world
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