Once my heart was stolen
And I thought my mind was gone along,
Like a flower without pollen,
I found myself singing a sad song
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Our history is like a big bag of experiences, which we gather up, some good, others not so good. It is easy to spend too long with our head in that bag, dwelling on the past, rather than looking ahead to our 'horizons' and steering our way towards more positive experiences. Great poem, which ends with hope - always my favourite type!
When something so important was lost, people think that they can't move on. But the reality is in this poem. Though we are somehow blinded by our miseries, we continue to move forward and by doing so we unknowingly create a new path, we find new horizon, and new happiness in life. Such a powerful poem. It doesn't just stir emotions but also awareness. Thank you for sharing.
Knowing that nothing lasts for infinity, I face reality without any remorse very touching lines...i appreciate
Wow, what a giant truth you have woven in thes very nice sounding verses. Many of our setback are mere stepping stones to a brighter future. We just sometimes have to see the opportunity in the problem. The way you express your navigation in the dark leading to a new horizon, marvelous poetry.
The last two lines say it all, dreams are always in the future and destiny fits in here for high hopes which in turn is happy thoughts...thanks for sharing Romeo for you insight ...regards