Life is blowing drop by drop,
Death is growing drop by drop,
Fields I'm plowing one by one,
Alone in a crowd next to none!
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slowly slowly we are becoming jungly, and every one fears with other think tha day we will fear with our shadow..we are fearing with it but less
A thoughtful sad poem, sweetest are the sad songs and this poem is a model of sweetness.
Loved this poem, I was carried by it in both ways could follow its wisdom and dance by its flow. Yes a bit sad indeed, wonder if it could be the otherwise for loneliness to bring the thoughts.
To be alone in crowd is the characteristic feature of some people.I think poets are more sensitive than the common guys.Loved reading.
It is the cruelty of life that we must suffer, and even crueller that we suffer alone, your thoughtful words are deeply poignant as they are melancholic, this bares a hard hitting feel that I understand to well. It speaks to me and for that I love it.