A little life springs
From the worst debris,
It's weak,
It's fragile,
Still it has life within,
That's very important indeed,
I gaze at it in astonishment,
It smiles at me whispering,
'I am here, dear friend!
Very much alive, '
Soon I find myself in perfect rhythm,
A lovely stream of creative blood
Begins to flow in all my limbs,
I just hold my beloved pen
And it does everything right for me,
The harsh debris disappears forever
And the little life becomes the strongest life in my eyes inside and outside
For all ages.
Brilliant as ever....And the little life becomes the strongest life in my eyes inside and outside for all ages.5****
A very inspiring poem. Beautifully expressed and presented.
What a perfect way to decribe writer's block, and the process, and the passion, for writing.Absolutely brilliant, Anjandev!
A poem that flows with perfect rhythm...Thank you Anjandev....10
Little life of a tiny butterfly is so beautiful and meaningful dear Anjandev! Never underestimate little things. A brilliant poem.....top score!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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