#originalos

On the apex of quiet moments, the sun kisses the dew is true! Happiness tiptoes through the grass, and the subtle sadness was unseen. Without a grand attire to see, no trumpet of fanfare was written, Yet,

Should I sing for the little bird? Everyday sitting by my sun kissed bed! But upon the earth, the sun embraces the antique Golden skies in nature's grace! Should I go live for the Whispering winds! who

📸 In the heart of the embrace of war, the lone soldier stands amidst chaos! And pain, bombed his memories the ones from native distant lands. He embraces the dust and smoke, recalling his love, the warmth