The Window Scene

As I sit by my table that faces the window. I can see the crisp sunlight rays break into the darkness of the shadow and casts it’s majestic light on a thorny rose bush that so desperately yearns for it. As a sign of graditude to the sun, the roses of this particular thorn bush opens up, letting out a burst of fragrance, looking seemingly bigger and brighter than ever saying thank you to the Sun for its lovely rays.

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Image taken by Sima.

Written by Sharon Mutrie