
Sunset in Wyanad
It is this luminosity, my dear, Of the gilded leaves in the sun. The magic eye promptly catches A silver flicker, a yellow transience. A palliative to the chemical pain In variously knotted entrails and The reddish tinge in eye-whites.
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hey hey!! Just cross over the blogs and ending up here by the beautiful sceneries of those photos!! great job you had done and keep working yah! i'll love to see more!! cheerss!
@BEE.
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