
Once full of life,
It gave lives to many,
Sunshine was its friend,
Who used to put happiness on its face,
And breeze its companion,
With whom it loved to dance.
Then the time changed,
Starting to change its colour,
Was the first sign of ageing,
Now the sunshine was nomore tender,
And the breeze transformed into storm.
Disgraced and battered,
It fell on the ground,
Lying there,
It was stepped by many,
But it took that chance to leave an imprint,
On their path forever.
-JMJ
Lovely imprint. So impressive words use in. I like . šš
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate it.
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I true hug & glad to u dear friend JMš¹
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Thank you so much š·
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There are many signs, out there, in the city. I guess, they’re waiting to tell their stories.
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Of course there are… we just have to look and listen.
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Right.
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Lovely choice of words and how closely it resembles the cycle of human life
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Thank you for visiting my blog and sharing your thoughts here. I’m really glad that you liked it.
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