Winds roar from the west, Through branch’s rosy blossoms. Sand gnaws at the skin.
Winds roar from the west, Through branch’s rosy blossoms. Sand gnaws at the skin.
Darkness at the peak, Silence throughout the city. In the distance barks.
Thunder shakes the sky. Raindrop’s staccato rhythm, Short night fantasia.
Earthworm returns home. Morning calm unstirred by wind, Dark air hanging warm.
Pathways close behind. Forward the stream flows slowly, Bearing me with it.
Coming of autumn, Grey clouds blow across the sky. Sands warm to the touch.
In China, Evangelicals are being persecuted for their beliefs. Coptic Christians are murdered in cold blood in Libya. The Hindu minority in Kashmir as well as other minorities around the world face pain, suffering and even death at the hands…
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Mountains grow with rain, Mist shrouding the peaks from view. World harmonizes.