Clouds lie suspended in stupefied adulation.. Unconscious of the strong buffeting winds. Rooted.. Till that last glimpse.. Birds fly home.. Some sitting on wires enjoying the peace and a last tete a tete before sleep..
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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