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ᙅOᙁƮᙓᙏᕈᒐᗣƮꙆᘎO
Esta tarde, Matthew y yo, nos encontrábamos mirando a través de los dos vidrios que conforman el diseño de la ventana hacia el exterior de la casa. Veíamos la nieve caer, mientras tomábamos una taza de rico chocolate caliente. Ese mágico momento despertó en mí el deseo de escribir el poema que publico a continuación.
𝕃𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕖, 𝕦𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕒
𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕧𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕝 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕛𝕖 𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒́𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕦𝕣𝕒.
𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖, 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕛𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤,
𝕦𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕫𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕠, 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤.
𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕤 𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖,
𝕒́𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕫𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖,
𝕃𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕥𝕖́𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤, 𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕚 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕠,
ℂ𝕒𝕕𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕠, 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕠 𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕠.
𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕤, 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕓𝕣𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕒,
𝕝𝕠𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕟̃𝕠𝕤 𝕣𝕚́𝕖𝕟, 𝕤𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕚́𝕒 𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕕𝕒.
𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣 𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕠𝕤, 𝕝𝕒 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕠́𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕒,
𝕦𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚́𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒 𝕝𝕒 𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕠́𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕒.
𝕐 𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕝 𝕕𝕚́𝕒, 𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕫𝕒 𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖,
𝕃𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠, 𝕞𝕦́𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕖,
ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕤,
𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕒́, 𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕤.
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de Poesía auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquí. Si es de tu agrado participar, aún estás a tiempo, este es el enlace:
ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝕕𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚́𝕒
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
The English version differs from the original Spanish version, because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
ᙅOᙁƮᙓᙏᕈᒐᗣƮꙆᘎᙓ
This afternoon, Matthew and I were looking through the two panes of glass that make up the window design to the outside of the house. We watched the snow fall as we sipped a cup of rich hot chocolate. That magical moment awakened in me the desire to write the poem I publish below.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖,
𝔼𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.
𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,
𝔸 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕨𝕟'𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕, 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖,
𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖.
𝔼𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕,
𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪, 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕.
𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕨,
ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨.
𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕕,
𝔸 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪'𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥,
𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕨, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥.
𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣,
𝔸𝕟 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤, 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
CREDITS:
Image: taken by me.
Title art: CoolText
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
The English version differs from the original Spanish version, because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
ᙅOᙁƮᙓᙏᕈᒐᗣƮꙆᘎᙓ
This afternoon, Matthew and I were looking through the two panes of glass that make up the window design to the outside of the house. We watched the snow fall as we sipped a cup of rich hot chocolate. That magical moment awakened in me the desire to write the poem I publish below.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖,
𝔼𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.
𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,
𝔸 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕨𝕟'𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕, 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖,
𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖.
𝔼𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕,
𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪, 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕.
𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕨,
ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨.
𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕕,
𝔸 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪'𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥,
𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕨, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥.
𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣,
𝔸𝕟 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤, 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
CREDITS:
Image: taken by me.
Title art: CoolText
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖,
𝔼𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.
𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,
𝔸 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕨𝕟'𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.
𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕, 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖,
𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖.
𝔼𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕,
𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪, 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕.
𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕨,
ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨.
𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕕,
𝔸 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪'𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕒 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥,
𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕨, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥.
𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣,
𝔸𝕟 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤, 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
CREDITS:
Image: taken by me.
Title art: CoolText
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
CREDITS:
Image: taken by me.
Title art: CoolText
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
CREDITS:
Image: taken by me.
Title art: CoolText
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.