How was life in the temple?
She asks wistfully
All fragrances, bells, candles
and deep devotion… he replies
She looks at her wilted form
and exclaims … I adorned a lifeless body
gathered tears and prayers
and nothing more…
the third one steps out of a pageant
I decorated a beauty queen, she says
But believe me, guys, if you may
It’s all the same in the end
Faded colours, shapes and smell
Back to the soil, vanity declined
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such a beautiful poem, Reena! I loved this one! Xoxo
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Thank you, Carol!
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Back to the soil. Exactly, Reena!
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There is no alternative 😦
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It’s all right, Reena .I enjoyed all poetries of W3-PROMPT-WEAVE-WRITTEN-WEEKLY ❤️
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🤗
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You convey a powerful message so vividly!
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Glad it spoke to you. Thank you so much!
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Reena you’ve cut to the essence of the individual existence in the scope of the communal experience! Bravo!
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Thank you so much! This is a wonderful, analytical comment.
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That’s the truth. Everything stays here in the end
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It cannot be any other way, so accept it 😊
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Exactly 👍🏼
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Reena, you’re simply brilliant. I just love how you eloquently capture the ephemeral nature of life’s pursuits…
~David
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I like how you find different ways to compliment 🙂 Thank you!
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Hi, Reena 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the brilliant Nigel Byng, is now live!
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/03/13/w3-prompt-98-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy! 💖
~David
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Thanks!
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*hug*
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🧡🌹
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If they all could come back together and speak….
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We imagine their conversations.
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We all end in the same soil.
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True that
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