And though I write these saddened words
On the white sheets of forest abhorition
Owing their malice to both industrial
And to aboriginal organisations of destruction
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Great shot my brother, your poem touch me. Most Some of people have gone to that feeling but never showd, to me thats perfect personification. Good luck on your next one.
I get hurt as I read cause it reminds me of how I'm feeling right now. it is as though evryone is stepping on me without even noticing. like an ant or a little crawling insect thats how I feel. very small. so as I read this beautiful thats heart pouring I wonder and yet again I smile as our ALMIGHTY is forever on our side never will let us fall. so we must Believe and Trust in HIM at all times.
you're a tree, Nkululeko, a vine; you're not cut, you're being PRUNED, to yield buxom grapes of mirthful wine in your tomorrows of glorious Octoberfests.
Very touching and meaningful bravo 10/10