To each their own time to heal
in front of grave reflections of self;
Grasping hints of consciousness
and piling them up in a punnet of wins.
© living in verses
To each their own time to heal
in front of grave reflections of self;
Grasping hints of consciousness
and piling them up in a punnet of wins.
© living in verses
Beautiful poem!
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Thank you very much!!
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You’re welcome
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You’re welcome 🙏🙂
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“Grasping hints of consciousness”
Such a beautifully thought line. And so true. Sometimes we are just trying to grasp our consciousness, trying to be in the moment.
Lovely❤💖
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Thank you 🥰😍❤
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❤😘
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I love your poems and how you convey such deep meaning in a few words. I have nominated you for the original outstanding blogger award! I hope you accept my nomination. Love and hugs😘❤
https://thoughtsresonate.home.blog/2020/06/10/the-original-outstanding-blogger-award/
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Omg thank you so so much, I am very grateful and honoured to accept it ❤ will take some time to answer the questions though, because of my exam session, but I’ll do it ASAP. Thank you, sending you a big hug 😘
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It is my pleasure dear❤❤ Do it at your convenience😊
Sending you lots of love and hugs💕😘
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