unheeded
soaking the grass greener-
December dew
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Linking it up with Carpe Diem Special # 122
The thoughts also become foggy just like these days sometimes. I remember such incidents which are of no significance anymore. They are smeared with the ink of the past, which one can’t change.
The dew of hope soaks the memories and dreams, making them appear brighter than they ever were or would be. This grass still grows within me, as December is passing by, and another year would soon be erased from our lifetimes.
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There is great sadness and yes hope in your words. How the dew makes that is perhaps dormant glisten, once again, if only for a short while.
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It is good to see you back.
I hope that things are better now.
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Thank you, no not really, but I have missed my friends and writing. Thank you Anmol.
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From my perspective, “erased” only if that is what we choose to do with it. 🙂
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There is a sense of end and also new beginnings at this time of the year.. a strange feeling of hope and sadness merged.
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Sometimes the smallest things (like dew) can have the greatest impact.
Slow Spring Rain
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Awesome haiku Anmol … good to see you here again …
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May there be abundant dew everywhere!
Who Gave Permission?
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as long as your grass is still growing…you are good…
it is when all goes to death, that i become concerned…
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I like that the grass glistens in your memory…December is a difficult month for many, young and old…hang on to fond memories:)
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