life brings you back
to the same stations
fading amnesia
call it compromise
or collaboration
recollect, reconnect
obsolete rhythms
broken notes
what was music
is cacophony
read, scan, or memorize
it doesn’t make sense
missing pages
scattered alphabets
it’s not a story
an extended hand
a flap of a wing
invitation to fly
ready for reinvention
or reincarnation

A very thought provoking poem Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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It’s a pleasure
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excellent poem, Reena. The last stanza is very uplifting
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Thank you so much!
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Bravo Reena! I love it! ❤
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Thank you, Carol!
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