Just above the skyline
and beyond the horizon,
there rests a wish I make during the twilight hours.
Mosaic wish with feathers and moonstone and phantom pain,
I blow regularly with my fuchsia lips.
Tiny sparkles in air
praying hymns of God
and singing elusive wishes.
I carry the weight of my countable desires
like the luminous colors of rainbow.
Sprinkling in the lap of universe,
waiting to be heard itself by mother Earth.
What is a hope that isn’t felt by your heart
What is a dream that doesn’t rejuvenate your senses
What is a true wish that isn’t manifested by God itself?
-Shreya Sharma
Wonderful lines, Shreya
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Thank you, Athira!
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Always welcome
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully written! Loved it💕
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Thanks, dear! 💙
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my soul and I thank you for this
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Ah! Thanks Charlie.
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Amazing piece, Shreya. Absolutely beautiful.❤️
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Thank you so much, dear!! 💜💜
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My pleasure.💕
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Absolutely beautiful, Shreya. What is a hope that isn’t felt by your heart. Profund and so true. 💙
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Ah! Thank you so much for reading and appreciating. ❤
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Of course! It is my complete pleasure. You’re so welcome. ❤️
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Beautiful post..
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Thank you so much! 🌼
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Wonderful post!
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Thanks, Vishal
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Hey I featured this in my monthly feature here;
https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/2021/02/27/the-saturday-symphony-23-addict/
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Thanks a lot. 🙂 💛
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Wow Shreya. This is beautiful. I might feature this tomorrow in the Saturday Symphony. Please stay tuned❤️
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This makes my day, Jude. I will be so glad to be part of it. Thanks a lot. 💕🧡
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💕
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Loved it!
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Cindy! Means a lot. 🙂
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