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“The gray grief melts, the fog slowly thins, for the roses to open, for the soul to smell what joy truly is. Till then, wait for the light to flow from the lips of dawn.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee
The gray grief melts, the fog slowly thins, for the roses to open, for the soul to smell what joy truly is. Till then, wait for the light to flow from the lips of dawn.