blessings drop
a miracle reveals itself
light in darkness
I walk close
to redeem pain
and then
The light moves
-it is not final
neither the end of life
nor troubles nor pain
It just guides me
to hitherto unseen paths
which just might
lead me
to a miracle
-or maybe not

This is deep and lovely, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Punam!
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My pleasure, Reena. 😊
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Such a lovely message! Good one, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Chris!
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Beautifully written, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Eugi!
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Most welcome, Reena.
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A beautiful poem.
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Thanks so much!
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❤️
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Beautiful, Reena.
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Thank you, Shreya!
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You’re welcome
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This is beautiful Reena! Love the message in your poem. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadje! Glad you liked it.
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You’re very welcome
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In the end, we need both the light and the pain in order to grow. You have written a wonderful bit philosophy here.
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Thank you, Joseph!
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Ah, the “guiding light” can sometimes be an elusive phenomenon, Reena … 🌏🌟🌝
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True. It is one of the paradoxes in life.
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