New thing came
and overwhelmed the emotions
for old one;
dwarfing it in the process.
But old thing had feelings too
so it cried;
seeing no shoulder to lean on
it dried its own tears.
Only to move on
to become new thing to another;
making the old thing shed same tears
that repeats the cycle.
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thanks…
it is revealing.
love the inspirations.
🙂
old or new,
now or past,
things go by itself and we have to let it roll,
glad to see your insights on stuff around us,
Happy Saturday.
🙂
powerful insights,
have a jotyful day.
the circle of life goes on,
monthly, weekly, yearly,
we pass days one by one,
still, hope lets us feel divine.
refreshing thoughts,
well delivered.
😉
refreshing is refreshments,
amazing theme.
And the cycle continues
the process is interesting.
detective eyes,
beautiful words.