Loneliness honestly fulfilling it’s role,
Stays,.
promising togetherness, while,
De tangling the web called life,
Though,
Born , reborn many lives ,
In one life………
Still a void , a sense of nothingness,
Memories paying visit,
Sometimes,…
Alluring me to smile,
Unaware ,
of the emotional death, in me ,
The forlorn me,
Get mesmerised , but only for a while.

With love ❤️❤️❤️
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Beautiful and heartfelt piece, Reena. Love it. 💕
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Thank you❣️❣️❣️
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My pleasure.💕💕
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❤️❤️
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Great piece. Different pic, liked the post.
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Thank you❤️😊
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That’s the life, Reena! Well depicted 👍💐💖
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Thank you sir🌷🌷😊
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Gorgeous and wonderful, Reena, as always! 🙂
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Thank you so much, dear Mike💕💕😊
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Love the emotion and imagery in this piece! ❤
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Thank you so much 💕😊😊
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Brilliant ❤️
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Thank you so much 😊🌹
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You are welcome ❤️
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Gorgeous, Reena ❤️
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Thank you ❤️❤️
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Welcome dear 💞
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“Though,
Born , reborn many lives ,
In one life…….” Wise. Reminds me of the manifold iterations of self, when all the while, underneath, is the Self awaiting arrival. Beautiful poem, Reena. 💞💞
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The self has no duality left ,when it rises from underneath,
Wise words, , I always appreciate your thoughts 💕
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Exactly so. You’re most welcome, Reena. Always. 💞
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Me encanta 💯
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Thank you
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