a turn of phrase
intended to be a hint
evolved into a story
-the blackening Sun
misguides the world
-a pink unicorn
walks the night sky
-sculptors, writers
and painters
collaborate
to depict
a post-apocalyptic world
Baba Vanga confesses
-she understated
what she saw

excellent take, Reena! Loved this! ❤
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Happy Women’s Day!
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❤❤
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Thanks!
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🙂🥰🙂
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Not aware of Baba Vanga, but some things may be even worse.
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I wonder how none of the seers mentioned the advent of technology as a gamechanger.
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Mysteriously powerful.
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Thank you so much, Ain!
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Your first stanza could stand alone but your entire poem is timely and resonates.
” sculptors, writers and painters collaborate
to depict a post-apocalyptic world”
How sad it is that sometimes we feel like the only ones to see it.
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We are blessed with imagination, much more than Gen AI.
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Looked up Baba Vanga. Rendered the last two lines chilling, on top of being alarmed already with what’s happening in the world.
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Que Sera Sera 😂
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A lovely mystery in this piece
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You are welcome
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Love the mystery, and yet, urgency of this one.
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Thank you, VJ!
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Welcome, Reena
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