They say that we are made
of stardust and I do not know
how we are supposed
to live up to that.
Can we pretend that we are made
of eraser shavings instead,
and that we can always be rewritten
into something great?
©Aaysid
They say that we are made
of stardust and I do not know
how we are supposed
to live up to that.
Can we pretend that we are made
of eraser shavings instead,
and that we can always be rewritten
into something great?
©Aaysid
Wonderfully penned!
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Thank you so much, Athira. Nice to see your comment. Hope you have been well.😊
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Yes dear and hope the same there!
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Good to hear that. I am also well, thank you.😊
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Always welcome Aaysid…
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Clever piece, Aaysid. Love it!💕
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Thank you, Grace. ❤
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My pleasure .💕
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A wise piece. Beautifully written❤
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Thank you. ❤
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😍❤
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❤😊
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Fantastic! ✏
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Thank you so much, Michele.😊
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💐
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I love this analogy, Aaysid. Is so practical, poetic, and introspective. Wonderful poem.😊
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Thank you so much for the lovely comment!😊
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You’re most welcome. Always!😊
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Love “that we can always be rewritten.” hugs, C
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Thank you so much, Cheryl. ❤
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That’s even better. And so practical. You are very wise, Aaysid. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen. You are too kind. 😊
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I love your writings, keep it up.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. 😊
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Welcome.
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