Summer evenings, like symphonies from Mozart, In the quiet of the somber peace, I wonder, Recipes for sweet life made in colander, And early mornings start with holy bath. When the mind chooses sweetness, Hemmed in envenoming fates, Doused in beauty and musical notes, A rehearse the mind has loved to date. Every moment filled […]
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