ສຽງ​ທີ່​ແບ່ງປັນ

You stand quietly for a moment… Letting the warmth of the rising sun settle onto your skin… It is still gentle now… soft… almost comforting… But you know… In a few hours… this same sun will become harsh… unforgiving… So the early moments of the day… they matter… You begin walking toward your fields… The الأرض beneath your feet is slightly damp… holding onto the memory of the river’s touch… Each step feels familiar… You have walked this same path… day after day… season after season… There are no