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 Post: Renewal I was flying. It was not like the way birds fly. There were no wings involved. It was more like leaping in
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
One, Two, Three! Discover Challenge: One, Two, Three! One. Good or bad Like or dislike Love or hatred. Are these only expressions left?