A Village's Heart
A sweet village poem.
By Tafsirul Talukdar luvdoPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Arif Ashraf on Unsplash
A quiet stream, a gentle sound,
Where ancient trees their roots have bound.
The blacksmith's hammer, a steady beat,
Guiding the rhythm of busy feet.
In every smile, a story lies,
Beneath the vast and open skies.
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