Going around in circles
Either walking or running
The pursuit for heartily desires
To be free from worries
To just fly away
Alongside the dreams
We hold dear in our hearts
No one knows
How long the quest is
And what’s in store for us
But the flickering beacon
Of hope and betterment
Keeps us going around
In the circle of life
A worthwhile quest. Nicely done.
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An amazing quest of ours, isn’t it?
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Nice poem, Hammad. π
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Thank you so much, Irene π
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I love your poem. “keep us going around” π π
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Just rounding up some thoughts that pop in my head π
Thank you very much for liking this, Amy.
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The merry-go-round of life. Beautiful, hopeful poem. Well done, Hammad.
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While my son was enjoying a ride on this merry-go-round, I took this photo of the ride as it reminded me about spending life in circle but enjoying it as well.
Thank you so very much for liking this, Mason π
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Love how inspiration comes from all around us if we’re just open to it.
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Yes, this is how I roll, while staying in my lane π
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Always hope.. absolutely.. π
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Yes, hope is the only beacon for betterment. Thank you very much for liking this, Lisa π
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