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Never Ending Journeys

in the unending grassland
from inside my sanctuary
I wish for the universe
to flood me with all wonders

from grasslands to starscapes
from cottages and enchanting paths
I wish for the human heart
to flood us with love and kindness

[#] There is always hope friends, we have each other and the world. Lets set sail. The show must go on. Change must happen.


Keshi said…
Nice one...suits my mood today. HUGGGGGGGGGGS yes we hv each other!

Princess said…
very inspiring..
come whatever may there is still hope..
Nahuatl said…
Mirror mirror on the blog....

I think its another mirrored poem, right bro? :)
Alok said…
the feelings of ur post reminded me of one of the most powerful hindi poem i ever read called "Parivartan"

good stuff

Ghost Particle said…
[keshi] care bear hug keshi!

[princess] yes hope and us.

[nahualt] yes bro.,..:p

[alok] welcome here! Thank you!
Jeevan said…
Wishes and kindness flows forever. Advance Friendship day nanba:)

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when we sit admiring
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from afar, of you and me