Poetry

FC Poem #1

"The future is beyond my grasp
And the present is seeping out of my hands
And these pink trumpets will fall in their time.
Yet, Glory be to God, for His are the laid out designs.
All in due measure, in His time, the pink trumpets shall bloom again."

Sometimes, Bangalore is just aesthetic.

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Oh right. I will look into how I can go about putting them onchain. Thank you Arjan!

Lovely, and a lovely colour in the image.

Looking forward to seeing more of your poems, and let me know if you make any available on any blockchain, so I can add them to my bi-weekly listing.

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