Eggs of the bird named desire
are my life's possession,
some hatch and sing over my existence.
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Preferring the muddy garden path the poet' is longing for peace in life. The desire is an unending dream.Excellent poem.
Eggs of the bird named desire are my life's possession, some hatch and sing over my existence. What a great poem with so beautiful metaphors! Loved the style, skill and its essence.10++ for the poem. Thanks poet.
Dancing in the desert of desire where oasis and rivers reside. Well done my friend.
Hi Howard, thank you for the nice comment.