menacing
shadows
crouch behind
shape-shift
-to scare
-to dare
till I stretch
my hand
to touch it
feel them melt
in my palms
crumbling down
like cigarette ash
-remnants
of past bitterness
blazing embers
of aching memories
I give my regards
to past lives
and bid goodbye
to breathe free
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A concise and beautifully crafted poem of transformation, Reena…
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Thank you, Frewin! Glad you saw the transformation theme in it.
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bravo Reena! 🙂
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To break free takes some effort… love the way you get there.
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That’s so true. Thanks, Bjorn!
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A lovely piece of poetry.
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Thanks so much!
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❤️
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Love this! I wasn’t sure if this album would tickle anyone’s muse but here it is. A descriptive interpretation of the image and I like the way you pulled in “I give my regards”.
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I found the image very poignant. The words were pulled in later. Thanks, Mish!
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Wonderful, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Punam!
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My pleasure, Reena.
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Great rhythm in this snappy, fast moving poem. Liked a lot
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Thank you so much, Ain!
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Well done
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Thanks!
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Most welcome
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