A man who has no clues,
Of life and harmony,
What a luck he carries?
Never is he abandoned
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He is like a flower, he has no color, No fragrance. Deep inside he's dead! ...thinking of the power in your poems....... this is lovely. you have a heart of gold dear poet. thank u. tony
Well expressed thoughts and feelings, an insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.