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Beneath a barren tree, weathered and gray, Stands an old man, his steps marked by a walking stick's sway, By the sea he lingers, memories etched in his eyes, A silent symphony of moments, where time slowly flies. With each gust of wind, the tree's branches creak and moan, Once adorned with life, now naked and alone, Like the old man, who stands with tales untold, A lifetime of experiences, weathered yet bold. The rhythmic waves crash upon the shore, Echoing the old man's journey, forevermore, He finds solace in the sea's relentless roar, A companion through joys and sorrows, forevermore. In the twilight's embrace, he reflects on days gone by, A life well-lived, filled with laughter and sigh, Underneath the tree, he finds a fleeting peace, Amidst the whispers of the wind, his worries cease. For in his presence, nature's beauty thrives, A testament to the resilience of lives, The old man, the tree, the sea entwined, A timeless tableau, a story enshrined. Though the tree stands bare, stripped of its past, And the old man's steps falter, weary and vast, Their spirits intertwine, a poignant embrace, As they stand united, anchored in grace. For the old man and the tree, an eternal bond they share, As they stand together, in stillness and in prayer, In their presence, we find wisdom and solace anew, A testament to life's cycles, old and true. ©Mary Rubya Whispers of Time: The Old Man, the Dried Tree, and the Sea #alone #old

Beneath a barren tree, weathered and gray, Stands an old man, his steps marked by a walking stick's sway, By the sea he lingers, memories etched in his eyes, A silent symphony of moments, where time slowly flies. With each gust of wind, the tree's branches creak and moan, Once adorned with life, now naked and alone, Like the old man, who stands with tales untold, A lifetime of experiences, weathered yet bold. The rhythmic waves crash upon the shore, Echoing the old man's journey, forevermore, He finds solace in the sea's relentless roar, A companion through joys and sorrows, forevermore. In the twilight's embrace, he reflects on days gone by, A life well-lived, filled with laughter and sigh, Underneath the tree, he finds a fleeting peace, Amidst the whispers of the wind, his worries cease. For in his presence, nature's beauty thrives, A testament to the resilience of lives, The old man, the tree, the sea entwined, A timeless tableau, a story enshrined. Though the tree stands bare, stripped of its past, And the old man's steps falter, weary and vast, Their spirits intertwine, a poignant embrace, As they stand united, anchored in grace. For the old man and the tree, an eternal bond they share, As they stand together, in stillness and in prayer, In their presence, we find wisdom and solace anew, A testament to life's cycles, old and true. ©Mary Rubya Whispers of Time: The Old Man, the Dried Tree, and the Sea #alone #old

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Imagine life as a clothesline, with our misguided souls hanging in the wind, the values to treasure exiting as a steady stream. We remain as dry, naked spirits, unaware of the true purpose, pale shadows of the Lord's original design. #MisguidedSouls #clothesline #Lord #OriginalDesign #PaleShadows #yopowrimo18 #yqbaba

Imagine life as a clothesline, with our misguided souls hanging in the wind, the values to treasure exiting as a steady stream. We remain as dry, naked spirits, unaware of the true purpose, pale shadows of the Lord's original design. #MisguidedSouls #clothesline #Lord #OriginalDesign #PaleShadows #yopowrimo18 #yqbaba

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Even a leaf in the wind settles sometimes. dried leaf

Even a leaf in the wind settles sometimes. dried leaf

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I am seeing the death of near and dear due to pandemic. My tears are dried due to such sad news. I am seeing the death of near and dear due to pandemic. My tears are dried due to such sad news.

I am seeing the death of near and dear due to pandemic. My tears are dried due to such sad news. I am seeing the death of near and dear due to pandemic. My tears are dried due to such sad news.

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हमें वहाँ तक जाना है जंहा का रास्ता साफ दिखता नहीं we are on the way

हमें वहाँ तक जाना है जंहा का रास्ता साफ दिखता नहीं we are on the way

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And you are the perfect thing I meet on time. ©Laxman Singh Kathait And you are the perfect thing I meet on time. #Bicycle

And you are the perfect thing I meet on time. ©Laxman Singh Kathait And you are the perfect thing I meet on time. #Bicycle