The flame shivered as Hope turned round the corner. It’s not easy being a beacon of light against a rapidly darkening sky.
Oil supplies will be affected, says the news channel, but another superpower will help us.
I’ve lost faith in superpowers. They hold power, but they are not Gods. The over-arching super-intelligence is not immune to inhumane decisions.
And Supra is just another platform out to fleece us. Strategy is everywhere flaunting its bareness, while the clothes of wisdom it discarded look for a taker.
I think I’ll sleep beneath layers of ice. Global warming will bring me out in another world. Hopefully, I will be aligned too.
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I love the paradoxical thoughts, oscillating between hope and despair. Power drunk lords have never succeeded in diminishing the spirit of humanity. So hold on to hope, dear friend.
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Thank you, Balroop! ❤️❤️
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I would like for that to be true, we can do our part
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That’s right.
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A very relevant poem for these times Reena. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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Most welcome my dear friend
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It’s a worrying situation in the world today, and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better.
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If someone says Baba Vanga’s predictions are coming true, and another one says “If it is all predestined, who are we to interfere?”
Can we, with small acts of kindness, make the world a better place to live, and overturn predictions in the long run? After all, there is so much that has not happened.
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Brilliant Reena! Very well done on this piece it was fabulous! ❤
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Thanks a ton, Carol! You made my day.
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Brilliant, Reena. Now I have to Google Supra.
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There is a link there 😀
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