In this life it seems
We are given
Many precious objects and memories
Which we treasure
And love
Above
All but those
We hold dear
It would seem
That what is precious
Does not remain
But rather traverses
The dunes of time
To be encountered and cherished
But never to be taken
As fixed
We should therefore seek
To place our roots in what remains
Taking pleasure in what comes when the harvest has arrived at last
But holding true to that which does not waver
Very profound.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Highly inspiring!!!!!!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully expressed. 🤗
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Thank you very much, Adnama. 🙂
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You are Welcome 🙂
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Hmmm …..
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You made me think ….
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This has made my day, my week, possibly my year. That is a high compliment. Thank you.
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