Whispers of Time The wind carries whispers, soft and low, Through fields where memories gently grow. A fleeting sun, a fleeting sky, Life’s moments pass, a whispered sigh. Yet in the quiet, hearts still sing, Of love, of hope, of everything. For though the days may fade and blur, The soul remains, a quiet stir. ©Santanu Jana

Sandeep Maheshwari

White क्या लोग दुखों से दुखी हो जाते हैं... और क्या लोग सुखों से सुखी हो जाते हैं ©neelu

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Whispers of Time The wind carries whispers, soft and low, Through fields where memories gently grow. A fleeting sun, a fleeting sky, Life’s moments pass, a whispered sigh. Yet in the quiet, hearts still sing, Of love, of hope, of everything. For though the days may fade and blur, The soul remains, a quiet stir. ©Santanu Jana

Sandeep Maheshwari

White क्या लोग दुखों से दुखी हो जाते हैं... और क्या लोग सुखों से सुखी हो जाते हैं ©neelu

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