Please Become My friends....
Lonely Grows
As dark colored flowers
Because
She went
Without knowing
Now I must write poetry
Therefore,
Rain and wind
Please Become…Read More
Will be found My heart
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Can you swim
To Love Island
Can you fly
To love mountain top
If you can
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Please Accept My Love
River,
I did love you
The Day when you flushed
The day when you dry
My love is unchanged
So now,
Please Accept My Love
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dear tear....
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dear tear
youre sad
You did not
Understand
That Went up
to my chee…Read More
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On my roses plant
When rice bloom
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Isolated mountain/ increase/ my grief. I thought of myself as the isolated mountain to which it makes my grief increase. totally relatable your poem is! thanks.
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The landscape reveals our emotions, mirrors them, lets us see how it is inside of we. Thank you!
ReplyDeletehi susan
Deletethank you very much!
Exquisite poem :)
ReplyDeletethank you dear sanaaa!
DeleteI resonate with the inner loneliness being reflected in the mountain. A wonderful response to the prompt.
ReplyDeletemy pleasure sherry!
Deletebeautifully written...
ReplyDeletethanks of lot sumana
DeleteHeart wrenching lines. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletehi dear
Deletethank you so much!
Sometimes it does seem like there is a mountain of grief one must overcome!
ReplyDeletethank you dear mary!
DeleteHopefully looking at the mountain will put your own torment into perspective and come through the present grief. I do hope so.
ReplyDeletethank you very much old egg!
DeleteHeart fullness at its peak, Nuwan. _m
ReplyDeletethank you dear magyar
DeleteIsolated mountain/ increase/ my grief. I thought of myself as the isolated mountain to which it makes my grief increase. totally relatable your poem is! thanks.
ReplyDeletethank you so much james!
DeleteThe transference of your pain has eased your pain in your esoteric bonding with the mountain. Nice write
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
thanks of lot gillena
DeleteThe feeling of isolation really is painful..and you have expressed it so early here - well done
ReplyDeletemy pleasure dear rose
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