It has always been a bleak day
for which the sky, overcast with dark clouds
meandering along with every amble steps I made
but I succeeded in outwitting the ill-natured adversary
The clouds started spitting out their pearls of water
and a raptured joy burst forth from me
I want to sing, I want to cry
for I was unshackled from any trammels I was enmeshed into
©Winnie, Musings
Eunoia prompts January 2020
Prompt # 2: I want to sing, I want to cry
Imaged borrowed from Pinterest
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Beautiful 😊
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moving
touching
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Beauty!❤️
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Love it!!
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Such a beautiful poem Winnie. Love how you described the whole scene. 👌🤗
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Beautiful💓 Happy 2020 dear Winnie ❤🥂🤗
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Love this, very nice
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So lovely 💕
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Oh it’s wonderful. I don’t understand how can someone make a poetry out of a line and that too so mixed that it seems like the line has been taken from the poem.
Happy New year, Winnie!
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Awww! Thank you, Shreya! That’s a great compliment. Happy New Year!
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You’re welcome.😊
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😊❤️
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I love it. Rich and vivid. The picture choice is perfect.
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Thank you! 😊❤️
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Very good (as usual).
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Thank you! Happy New Year! You’re from Australia, right? I hope you are okay.
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Yeah, I’m fine. I’m a long way from most of the bush fires. Pretty awful, though.
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Superb
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