A flood of dancing circles,
My first alphabet in muddy water
Leaning over the banisters,
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Frankly speaking you left the reader read further and farther beyond the last three lines' Later, I picked a green tender leaf From a mosanta in my courtyard. sure i will come to the very shoe you were on when you closed that poem with. it is the unsaid that is found being said. i start to read you again good luck you are no noive anymore. take from me.
A story of your life. Well written and quite pleasant. I enjoyed.
I like the sequence of the pictures, the sequence of life. The poem remains open..invites us to continue your trip. As a poet, you have trapped us in the poem. This is the power of the poem, regardles if its incoherence of the scenes.Go ahead
beautiful write...............good going there