A morning is never wounded.
Most probably because, it gives and forgives. And it does forget when it does not get anything in return. They say, a morning returns because it has nowhere to go. I think it returns because, it has to quieten the terrible hue of the death of night.
*Posted for The Daily Post Photo Challenge*
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Thank you so much, Juni. I loved them too.
Your words are more uplifting than those numbers on like button. ❤ Thank you so much for being there.
Beautiful picture! Love those birds.
I need a LOVE button for your work that nearly always surpasses a simple LIKE.