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In hints and whispers..

Silently and with birdsong, winter becomes spring.



the mists in the valley, the gold in the grass.




now with light, now with colour..





how many times, and every time new..




this play of the Gods, this smile of the Goddess.






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charufulara71
charufulara71
Feb 14, 2022

Peaceful🌄 and Beautiful🌷 place...

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