The world is a stage, the play goes on,Daylight fades, then comes the dawn.We laugh, we cry, we love, we fear,But is it real or just unclear? A shadow moves, but is it there?A whisper floats upon the air.The things we chase, the dreams we weave, Are sometimes tricks that make us believe. A mirror shows … Contin
Melinda
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Thank you for sharing Melinda.
I agree!
Such an evocative poem.
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She’s a great writer.
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Yes her words are inspiring.
Thanks again Melinda 🙏
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