A Lonely Rose blossoming on the tree when even all leaves are turning dry.
When there is a will there is a way. Surrounded by concrete desert this Rose is catching sunlight of the noon.
The hands which prayed to lord for me, which fed me, which adored me and even beat me for mistakes I did. love you dad! :)
A single leaf pointing towards sky, captured by taking sky in the background and focusing mainly on the edges.
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