@donya47
There is my refuge
Where fresh roses dance with their petals in the gentle breeze, and it is just me and a green nest away from any noise. It is as if the world outside has gone silent, and time has stopped moving in this small refuge. In the corner of this quiet solitude, a cup of tea steams on a wooden table, and the shadows of the flowers fall on the pages of my book. Every page smells of spring, and after a long time, I smile and my heart listens to its own beat without any fear.
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