Birth place

Birth place

Memories brushed by the clouds of the homeland  
The fragrance of soil awakens the passing hours  
Paths wind around, carrying stories of journeys  
Silent whispers of gentle grace fill the air  

Forests and winds sing songs of the past  
Shadows stretch across old stone walls  
The playful songs of rivers echo to the ears  
Thoughts take flight on the wings of time  

The touch of meadows spreads a cool caress  
Light from the sky drifts softly across the land  
Farmers sing in rhythm as work continues  
Melodies of life settle deep within the heart

GR kaviyoor 
09 01 2026
(Canada, Toronto)



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