Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.
Daily Prompt: Construct It was raining heavily that morning. After a series of hot and stifling days, the rain showers finally drenched the earth. It certainly brought
It was the year of watching movies and series on Netflix. I was new in the city and did not have much to do. Any