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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘇𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗮,
𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗹, 𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗲𝗳𝛊́𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼.
𝗘𝗹 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗼, 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲
𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗼𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘀.
¿𝗗𝗼́𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝘇𝗮𝘀?
𝗘𝗻 𝗲𝗹 𝗲𝗰𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗲𝗰𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀,
𝗼 𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗼́𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲.
𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘀, 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹,
𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗹 𝘃𝗲́𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗼 𝗮 𝗹𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗹.
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𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘂𝗷𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗯𝗼́𝗻 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻
𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗻̃𝗮𝗻𝗮.
𝗘𝗹 𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼, 𝘂𝗻 𝗿𝛊́𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮́𝗻𝗲𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗮,
𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗿𝗮𝛊́𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗱𝗮.
𝗦𝗼𝗻̃𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝘇,
𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗷𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝘂𝗻 𝗼𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗮 𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮.
𝗟𝗮 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮, 𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗲́𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗹,
𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮.
𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘀,
𝘂𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼 𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮 𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘀,
𝘂𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗵𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗼 𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗮.
𝗬 𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗼, 𝗹𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮:
¿𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲́𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗶𝘃𝗲́𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀 𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗼𝘀?
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de Poesía auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a @felt.buzz por mantener las distintas iniciativas semanales… Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear en sus espacios.
Club de Poesía
Portada de la iniciativa
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨.
𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗻,
𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀
𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀.
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁?
𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀,
𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲.
𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀,
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻.
Canva Pro Magic Studio and Magic Capture.
𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁
𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄.
𝗖𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹,
𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
𝗪𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,
𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀.
𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲, 𝗮 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀,
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.
𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆,
𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘀,
𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀?
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to @felt.buzz for maintaining the various weekly initiatives… Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post in their spaces.
Poetry Club
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
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Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨.
𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗻,
𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀
𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀.
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁?
𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀,
𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲.
𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀,
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻.
Canva Pro Magic Studio and Magic Capture.
𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁
𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄.
𝗖𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹,
𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
𝗪𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,
𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀.
𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲, 𝗮 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀,
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.
𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆,
𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘀,
𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀?
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to @felt.buzz for maintaining the various weekly initiatives… Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post in their spaces.
Poetry Club
Cover of the initiative
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗻,
𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀
𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀.
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁?
𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀,
𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲.
𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀,
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻.
Canva Pro Magic Studio and Magic Capture.
𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁
𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄.
𝗖𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹,
𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
𝗪𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,
𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀.
𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲, 𝗮 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀,
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.
𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆,
𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘀,
𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀?
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to @felt.buzz for maintaining the various weekly initiatives… Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post in their spaces.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to @felt.buzz for maintaining the various weekly initiatives… Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post in their spaces.
Poetry Club
Cover of the initiative
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.
@amigoponc, I'm refunding 0.046 HIVE and 0.000 HBD, because there are no comments to reward.