a day, a month,
a year, a decade,
a century, an age
ride on predecessors
-carry bits of them
like concealed colors
of a spectrum
-highlight their gold
-leave imprints
on transient sand
knowing
the future will interpret
stories as they like
the intent
the act
the message
the art
may oscillate
between black and white
yet a part of them remains
in universal psyche
I may come back again
stories buried in sand grains
will sprout new truths
stand transformed
to cleanse memory
but spread fragrance
reminiscent of my
once-glorified existence

Fantastic poem, Reena! I especially liked the middle verse.
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Thank you so much, Nicole!
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What a beautiful poem, Reena.
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Thank you, Chris!
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Lovely poem! Happy new year.
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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Lovely poem, Reena. Song is also very lovely.
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Thank you, Indira!
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My pleasure, dear.
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Hi Reena, this is lovely 💚
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Thanks a ton, Robbie! Happy New Year!
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Your poem leaves me spellbound ma’am ❤️ Also you linked one of my favorite songs 🥺 Happy New Year!
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Wishing you and yours a Happy & creative New Year!
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🙏🙏
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This is so beautiful and profound Reena. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome
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Happy new year 2024🌅
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Wishing you the same…
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a brilliant way to begin the new year, Reena…
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Thank you! Happy New Year to you and yours!
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so well written Reena! A beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much, Carol!
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