moss gathers on experience etched on bodies yet flowers bloom to make a crown freshness of ideas preserve youth judgemental fogs sometimes blur vision -miss the difference
Foggy minds
moss gathers on experience etched on bodies yet flowers bloom to make a crown freshness of ideas preserve youth judgemental fogs sometimes blur vision -miss the difference
Beautifully written
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure 🍁
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Beautifully written truths.
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Thanks so much!
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a rolling stone
i still call it mine and alone
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Beautifully said Reena. Sometimes we are blinded to the truth by what we think we know. Love the symbolism of your poem. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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We must strive to see beyond the fog of prejudicial experience. A point well made in verse, Reena!
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Thank you, Chris!
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