clear skies beckon
blue umbrellas shield
planets from God’s wrath
clouds hold potential
-await their season
to mislead winds
drench the Earth
with retained agony,
-reassure
remnants of icicles
they’ll reign again
a swallow sings
Alone
it cannot make a summer
but declare hope

“retained agony” … wow… that’s some imagery, Reena❣️
~David
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Thank you, David!
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🤗
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There is hope, a beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Diana!
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😄
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Hope is all that is left, indeed..
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There is no option to live without hope.
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I love the solitary sting and sing of this:
“a swallow sings
Alone”
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I like the words “solitary sting”. Thank you so much!
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A beautiful poem
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Thank you so much!
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Last lines ❤️❤️ such a beautiful poem 🥺
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful images, Reena
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Birds are our ‘angels’. Their presence is a constant reminder of hopefulness. I agree!
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Thank you so much, Susan!
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Lovely poem Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re always welcome
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