Whispers of Nature
The wind runs fingers through the trees, A whispered song upon the breeze, Where rivers stitch the earth and sky, And golden...
@Poonam
“A Shopify developer and freelancer who enjoys creating beautiful online experiences by day and writing poetry by heart. I believe both code and poetry are different ways of telling a story.”
The wind runs fingers through the trees, A whispered song upon the breeze, Where rivers stitch the earth and sky, And golden...
The road beyond the distant hill, Calls softly, calm and still. With every step, a story grows, Through winding paths nobody knows....
My father speaks in smaller ways, not always through his voice, but in the doors he held for us, the sacrifices, quiet...