The equinox always baffles me. It announces the beginning of a new season by declaring that black and white, good and evil, day and night, will always coexist in equal measure.
The two sides play games, chasing and overtaking one another, creating illusions of victory and defeat and drawing minds to jump to conclusions. Ultimately, they revel in the awareness of completing each other.
Undercurrents flow,
whispers of the equinox,
balance in twilight.
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A wonderful habun Reena! šš
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Your constant appreciation means a lot.
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I love the way you express your thoughts, Reena. Amazing.
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Ever grateful to you, Indira!
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My pleasure, dear.
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It does make a transition especially far north.
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Yes. We don’t have a proper autumn here, but the length of days shortened and temperature dropped after the equinox.
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I love the clarity of thought here!
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Thank you, Kim!
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Balance in twilight. Loved that.
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Thank you so much!
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Beautifully written Reena
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Glad you liked it.
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome š
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