photo: on my way to Wainui Falls (« big waters ») in Golden Bay, reflecting that inner storms are the hardest to calm down
One day we’ll know how to calm our inner storms
we’ll know what time to turn off the lights is best.
When that time comes
SPF will no longer burn our eyes
and we’ll always know where the keys are
We’ll know how to save paper
In the meantime, we’re doing our best
There are days of trouble
And days when we could do better
As the years go by, our cognitive abilities decrease. Your poem takes us along those paths with very conscious verses. Greetings
Your reading of the poem is quite interesting
For me it is a pleasure to read you
Beautiful poetry! Our life is mixed of good chance or bad chance well shared
Thank you Priti🙂
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