Fire, lights, moon, stars, sun, sky, mountains, breeze, roads and an unbridled lust to stay a hundred more days in a place where the mind ripens and the eyes rejoice at the site of the dawning sun every morning!
Lights in the room where I stayed. |
And when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.
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