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The red disc beneath the crimson sky coming out of the horizon kissing my naked face and inflaming my soul with love thus unfolding every mask off my face making me to visualise the originality anf the valley lost in the melodious call of a cuckoo who is searching for its mate.

The trees an epitome of endurance and strength selflessly continuing to serve mankind, the moon beams above the silvery thatch adding a gleamy texture of hope and happiness to life, the mountains watching…