recreating life
as I would have liked to live
in chosen colours
the magic lies in purpose
dreary landscapes come alive
Purpose
recreating life
as I would have liked to live
in chosen colours
the magic lies in purpose
dreary landscapes come alive
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Great poem, Reena!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thanks again! 😊
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Old age is beautiful, provided one can find a purpose.
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Absolutely. The strength is that you have found yourself.
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Excellent take, Reena.
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Beautifully written Reena! How lovely it would be if that were possible. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you, Sadje!
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My pleasure
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You are most welcome
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An outstanding take on the prompt, Reena.
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Thanks a ton, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Excellently done, Reena – great colours now!
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Thank you so much!
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Yes, the dreary landscape gets colourful by the colours we put.
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Thank you, Geeta!
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Reena, your poem offers a poignant meditation on the transformative power of imagination and purpose ❤️
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Thank you so much, Ange!
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You are very welcome Reena 🩷
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Dreary landscapes come alive – even as we get older we can change.
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True. Thanks, Diana!
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What a beautiful poem. I love how you convey that purpose has the power to give color and life to even the dullest landscapes. A wonderful start to the week. 🤗🌞
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Old age is beautiful if one can find or retain a purpose. Thanks for visiting, Lincol!
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