The storm is all dead,
Instantaneously gone,
Shattered by the winds:
Broken glass in lucid hands,
capturing sun rays alone.
~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…
Absolutely fabulous.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on worldtraveller70.
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Its a really nice poem🧡👍🏻
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Thank you so very much friend. Means a lot.
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Beautifully penned!
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Thank you so very much friend. Means so much. Have a fantastic day.
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My pleasure. And a great weekend to you Shanyu!
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Cheers.
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Beautifully penned poem, absolutely amazing !Thanks for Sharing 💕
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Thank you so very much friend. It means so much to me. Have a fantastic day.
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It’s my pleasure 👌
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This is brilliant my dearest friend.
“Broken glass in lucid hands,
capturing sun rays alone.”
Wow!! So beautiful🤍
The last line, “for storms will come and storms will go….” was the cherry on the cake. It stole my heart.
Bravo
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Wow. Thank you so very much dearest friend. I am so glad to know you liked the piece. It is truly a blessing to have you here.
Thank you so much for the incessant encouragement.
Cheers.
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My absolute pleasure!
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you greatly friend.
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It’s a pleasure always
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Wonderful❤❤❤
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Thank you so very much friend!
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Oh Shanyu, such a beautiful piece 👏👏👏
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