The morning comes in a blurred light
The shades of green are asleep still in the night,
and the sky cannot make up its mind
if it's the dawn or the last hour of night.
The valley is silent, and deep
is the sound of the wind.
It's a small moment of eternity
stirring the roots of the benign goddess: the Earth.
is the sound of the wind.
It's a small moment of eternity
stirring the roots of the benign goddess: the Earth.
Sushama Karnik Photo credit @Gyorgy Fulop
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