Upon a mountain veiled in mist, a tender flower wakes, newly kissed. Born today where the high winds roam, yet far from me, it makes its home. I send my wishes across the skies, love carried in whispers, unseen ties. Though my hands can never reach its stem, my heart will guard it, a quiet gem. Forever afar, yet always near, a bloom I cherish, year by year.
Photo: Mustafizur Rahman
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