โ„‘ ๐”‡๐”ฌ ๐”š๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”—๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Š๐”ฌ ๐”…๐”ถ

Keyara S Trotman

๐”‰๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ท๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค

๊จ„∞๏ธŽ๏ธŽโžถ๏ธŽ

๐”„๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ถ ๐”Ÿ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐Ÿฅ‚

๐”‘๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ๐Ÿ˜”, ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข๐Ÿฅ‚

๐”๐”ž๐”ถ ℑ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข(?)

๐’ณ๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“

๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐™ธ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—?

โ„ฐ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“โ„ฏ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐“…โ„ด๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ท๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐’พโ„ฏ๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐“๐“Ž ๐’ป๐“๐“Ž ๐“Š๐“… ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰โ„ด ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Ž๐“ˆ๐“ˆ.

 

Endless possibilities soar high, reaching for the sky,

abide,

try,

reside.

Into the abyss they fly, where dreams and hopes

With wings of hope and faith, they never cease to

In the boundless expanse, endless opportunities

โ„’โ„ฏ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐’ป๐“‡โ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“โ„ฏ โ„ด๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ ๐“‚โ„ด๐“‡โ„ฏ. 

๐’œ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐’ป๐“‡โ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“โ„ฏ๐“ˆ โ„'๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“โ„ฏ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐’ปโ„ฏ๐“Œ ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰๐“โ„ฏ โ„ฏ๐“‡๐“‡โ„ด๐“‡๐“ˆ. 

๐’ช๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ ๐’ทโ„ฏ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡โ„ฏ โ„ ๐’น๐’พ๐’น "๐’œ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’พ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐’น ๐’ป๐“‡โ„ด๐“โ„ฏ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“…๐“…โ„ด๐“ˆโ„ฏ๐’น ๐“‰โ„ด ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…โ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“Žโ„ฏ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’น๐’พ๐’น."

๐Ÿฅ‚

โค๏ธ‍๐Ÿ”ฅ

๐Ÿฅ€

๐Ÿ™ˆ

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๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฎ

10:22๐’ถ๐“‚ 

๐’œ๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Œ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ˆ๐Ÿ“Œ

  • Author: Keyara S Trotman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2025 02:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Category wise where would yall place this here written piece? I would definitely appreciate comments and more. Thank you once more๐Ÿฅ‚โค๏ธ
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 8
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  • sorenbarrett

    Time may freeze from time to time and between time. In dreams, between extremes of fear, anger or joy. It may freeze. Nicely done

    • Keyara S Trotman

      Dearest Soren, I like the points youโ€™ve made. You were able to get some great insights regarding my written piece, donโ€™t you just enjoy that? For time to pause. Much much appreciate you for your reading and comment ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ’ฏ

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Kikiโ€ฆthis feels like frozen time cracking open into sugar, shadow, and skyโ€ฆyou let the chaos stay honest, and thatโ€™s what hits me. You write the in-between better than anyone. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

        • Keyara S Trotman

          Dearest Tristan I love and appreciate you for taking the time to comment and read, as always you are welcomed much much appreciated more than you know ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ’ฏโค๏ธ

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            You are so welcome, dearest friend!



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