These transient winds,
Have transformed me,
To an ascetic,
All I possess now,
Are memories of moments,
With which I stir the fire,
And smile at the sparks
That rise from it.
#free_verse
These transient winds,
Have transformed me,
To an ascetic,
All I possess now,
Are memories of moments,
With which I stir the fire,
And smile at the sparks
That rise from it.
#free_verse
Very, very nice–speaks of an exquisite minimalism.
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Vivid words of transformation and “smile at the sparks that rise from it.” I felt real joy in reading this. ❤
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Encouraged. Thank you, Olga.
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Profound and exquisite.
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Thank you for this wonderful compliment, Magarisa.
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You are most welcome.
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