Vijade
@vijade
BENEATH THE SUN'S EMBRACE A Poem: Yaksport Josiah In fields where green meets endless sky, Laughter rises, spirits high. Hands to soil, hearts in song, Together here, they all belong. Underneath the golden light, They plant with rhythm, pure delight. Rice sprouts tender in the clay, Dreams of harvest pave the way.
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Joyuncommon
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This is so beautiful
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