a whimsical little feeling
traces a full circle,
makes a full round,
changes blues
into purple halos
that take just a blink
to fragment
into shapeless floaters
that indent
an otherwise smooth
and flawless display,
before disappearing
and melting away
to become another
impermanent thing
that runs in a circle
only to fall off the ring!”
©Aaysid
“Being temporary doesn’t make something matter any less, because the point isn’t for how long, the point is that it happened.”
Robyn Schneider, Extraordinary Means
Wonderful flow and imagery, Aaysid. Love it.💕
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I am so happy that you like it. Thank you, Grace.😊
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Always a pleasure .💕
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This delightful poem is correct–the transient nature of beauty make it even more beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Mike. 😊
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Great work, Aaysid! I love how your words dance. Thank you for making me smile. 😃
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That’s really sweet of you, Eleanor. Thank you so much.😊
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Gorgeous abstract thinking that makes perfect sense. 💖
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Wow, thank you so much, Michele. 😊
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This is exquisite verse, Aaysid. Reminds me of impermanence, and the importance of being grateful for each moment. Lovely poem. ☺️
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Thank you for the lovely comment, Jeff.😊
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You’re welcome, Aaysid. Always. 🤗
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This is very well written Aaysid 🙂
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Thank you so much, Vignesh. 🙂
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Beautiful!!!💕
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Thank you so much.😊
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Such an amazing image.
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Love the clever word play, Aaysid. Brilliant. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen. You are too kind. 😊
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