Nails:
my beloved friends
in childhood
and I kept them
...
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I saw death Slowly enter The orbs Of my Brother's eye Slowly Slowly I saw My brother Sink and die! There are many nails Which pierce our heart And we hang Upon them Till we die! Leena
Brilliant use of metaphor. Extraordinary in every way. I am so glad I did not miss this one. Warmest regards, Sandra
It’s a beautiful word and psychic play in the arena of ‘AR’* Ms. Nivedita UK * Abreast Reality PS 10+