the edge of evening
When the sky folds softly into blue, And tired birds fall silent in the trees, The world forgets its…
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When the sky folds softly into blue, And tired birds fall silent in the trees, The world forgets its…
An apple fell, Newton saw, Gravity was born. A flower fell, Ashan saw, A poem was born. A lot of liv…
When winter walks with silver feet, The world grows hushed, the air turns sweet. A breath of frost o…
When winter walks with silver feet, The world grows silent the air turns sweet. A breath of ice cube…