window of hope
leading to a room
where spring lives
undaunted by fall
where inmates know
they will recreate
whatever is lost
temple of confidence
leading to gods
who make you look up
no heads bowed down
hands that stretch
to pluck the stars
window of hope
leading to a room
where spring lives
undaunted by fall
where inmates know
they will recreate
whatever is lost
temple of confidence
leading to gods
who make you look up
no heads bowed down
hands that stretch
to pluck the stars
Wonderful Reena, I especially love that last line, to pluck the stars, promise, hope, adventure, sigh.
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Thank you so much!
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This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Reena! When one door closes .. another one opens .. yes! And we must be conscious of it when it does ❤️❤️
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Thanks a ton, Sanaa!
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Excellent post to the prompt! Am reminded of that phrase, “when one door closes, another opens”….it’s just sometimes difficult to find the open window. But we are the better for the searching.
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A window at the right time and place is important. Else, we pass through so many 😂
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We can always hope until the last window is closed.
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Is there an alternative?
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Hope… Pandora’s legacy…
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I like the description 🙂
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An inspiring poem my friend
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I can swing to two extremes on the same day 🙂
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Writers can do that because of their boundless imagination
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🙌
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❤️❤️❤️
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