The wind howls in angry protest for none can hear the breeze.. Pushing and shoving and hitting all in its way. Attuning every sense to its angry protests.. Tired of remaining invisible unseen. It twirls sheets of rain into whirlpools of mayhem.. Racing heartbeats witness this grandeur. What eyes can grasp only in aftermath.. Bending Nature to its will.. leaving glorious impressions of its physical presence.
Saturday, 1 November 2025
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Silence danced with the wind, flying with the parrots, hearing the crow regale tales of discriminatory woes.. tip-toeing over rosy fields...
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Birds happily chirp amidst free falls and flying antics.. Playfully showing off or racing each other freely across the skies.. The parrots...
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It is awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. and i loved every moment of it.. Walked on...
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For miles i could see the rain and it's tango with the breeze.. Veiled in heavily Layered Sheets.. Filtering teasing Glimpses of varyin...
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