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Monday, August 10, 2020

Fantasy #writephoto

Dreams, imaginations, fantasies, 

are all but seeds of reality. 

They infuse us with spirit, 

to make efforts to reach the sky and stars. 

This haiku has been written for such spirit. 


Crude, rough sandcastles, 

on foundations of our dreams, 

rests our universe.




















Linking with

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 💝💝💝
 
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2 comments:

  1. Sue VincentAugust 10, 2020 at 10:51 PM

    Dreams as 'seeds of reality' is a beautiful concept.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 12, 2020 at 4:31 AM

      Thank you so much... It is encouraging to hear from you.
      Welfare unto all
      Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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