Tiny droplets transforming into snow
preserving the memories inside
gliding fearlessly with the flow
settling silently as they subside
in enclosed crystallized world
allowing consciousness to be alive
waiting patiently to be unfurled
soon the moment will arrive
these memories will be thawed
when the sun will shine again
forgetting all that has been flawed
love will bloom and reign
Forget not faith oh hold that grip tight
Unlike heavens not all days are sunny and bright.
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Multiverse 
A really beautiful poem! It is for us to remember, the sun is always shinning, even on grey days.
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Thanks Annell 🙂
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Yes, our thoughts are as fleeting and each one not like the other. I like the way they reflect in rainbows in the right light.
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Thanks Colleen 🙂
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Back in the cold snowy part of winter, I blew soap bubbles onto the snow and watched them freeze – an experiment that could only be carried out on a -5F still day. Your poem reminds me of this and the beauty from the harshness.
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Thanks Toni 🙂
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This is beyond gorgeous! 😊 Love the idea of those tiny droplets preserving the memories inside.💖
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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Luv the transient quality you ascribe to our thoughts. Yes we are in a constant flow. But the summary of faith does keep our momentum on track.
An absolutely inspiring write
Much🌼love
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Thank you Gillena 🙂
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The last two lines are lovely.
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Thanks Rommy 🙂
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a motivational song indeed…
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Thanks Rajani 🙂
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All that’s buried in the snow will get exposed in thaw.
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Indeed, Thanks Bjorn 🙂
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It’s often hard to remember (and believe) that spring slumbers under the winter’s shroud. But thank goodness it still does. And after the cold is done, the warmth will come…
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Indeed, warmth will come. Thanks Magaly 🙂
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Very true and beautifully spoken Neeraj!
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Thanks Carrie 🙂
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What a beautiful metaphor.
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Thank you Rosemary 🙂
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kaykuala
these memories will be thawed
when the sun will shine again
forgetting all that has been flawed
love will bloom and reign
Love conquers all, no doubt about that. It may go thorough lots of tests!
Hank
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Indeed. Thanks Hank 🙂
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Hope always has a bit of sunlight. We must look for it.
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True, Susie 🙂
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It is perhaps the secret of a happy life – to know that emotions have their seasons…
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Indeed, Thanks Margaret 🙂
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