
Gnarled and weather beaten I stand,
As tall and erect as I can muster,
The swirling winds, fiendish at hand,
Will change course, lack luster,
Obliged to bow to my steadfast will,
I heal; back to my bejewelled self, anon,
Adorned with green foliage, dressed to kill,
Laden with blossoms, enchanting, soon, a magical dawn.
Usha, I love this. A tale of resilience and hope.
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Thanks Punam, humbled.
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You are welcome, Usha.
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Bloom in glory after dark phase…a profound lesson to follow in life too. Beautiful composition Usha!
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Thanks Radhika for your appreciation.
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What a beautiful story of strength and resilience. Thanks for joining in
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Thanks Sadje, for your appreciation.
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Youβre welcome my friend
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What beautiful words, evoking hope! Brilliant take, in my opinion. Love this. π
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Thank you. Glad you liked my response.
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Such a beautiful poem! I love the rhythm and flow of the words, Usha.
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Thank you. Humbled Chris.
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Praise well-deserved!π
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Beautifully written πππ
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Thank you Maya, for your appreciation.
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Thank you Sadje for sharing my response.
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