This Year: 2020
Next Year: 1984
This Year: 2020
Next Year: 1984
I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Poetry to Honour the Gods
Dream it till it comes true
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And so it goes...
Unlike an Eagle, let me Flap my wings.
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Clever! 👍
Thanks 🙂 Glad it reached you!
Does it mean: reborn, back to square one, or death-birth? I think i need to see your intention on this one…
Yes, true. It was no a relatable poem for everyone. You must’ve have read the novel 1984 to truly get it at its core. But yes, back to square one is a way of looking at it. Going forward but going backward to something not truly better.
Thanks for the insight.
Welcome.
Sigh. Yep, but let’s keep hoping not. :)) We (humanity) don’t have to bring bringing a bunch of fiction author’s imagined dystopian futures to reality. ;))
Love the poem. Teaches with brevity. Bravissimo xoxo
Yes, hopefully we’ll just get 2021. Let’s stay away from dystopian futures. I like utopias a little better.
Yay and same here! Cheers to that. :))) xoxo
I read the comments to understand.
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Very clever!
Thanks!
Yep
Yeah big brother is going to watch us all soon. I feel that a lot of governments are misusing their authority during this period. Mine certainly is.
That’s just too bad how things like this can happen. Stay safe, my friend! And thanks for sharing your thoughts.