As beautiful as a butterfly,
As busy as a bee,
As cheerful as a singing bird,
We were all these till this day,
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concerns reflected are genuine and in our country this is an normal feature. Being consumed naturally hurts but the degree is a bit less, unnatural tragedies do send shivers down the spine but follies on part of mankind and not learning from the said follies is really disturbing. Emotions in consonance with the souls who left. I too invite you to share my emotions in 'Death II
hi Great thought and well written have a glance at my love poems
Heart touching. Real picture of dejection and helplessness. I like it.
nice write.....touching also..u really made me warm here man! ! ! ! ! ! keep it up
I wasn't sure what this was about, I thought it was about innocence being taken away, but it was purer than that, it was the innocence of childhood.... Very sad and moving and I so enjoyed reading it... thank you
'Such delicious solitude' interrupted by the one who prances to and fro the earth aimlessly. Though the devil thought for them only mere 'garlands of repose' on their graves, their innocence which is a full shade like a sturdy blooming tree can never be taken away. This poem reminds me a lot of andrew marvel's poem 'the garden'. Most of all, the language was well proportioned to the theme. Excellent modulation throughout the poem. Piquant expressions. It deserves rave reviews. I was considering putting up a poem of similar nature when u invited me. Its strangely similar. I'l do so now. It's titled 'another epistle to death'.
It's good that you had strength to fly though wings were not there. Lovely poem
A sad, sad tale with your compassion written plain across the page. Thank you for the details.
Loved this poem! Love your freedom within this poem. Well written. Lovely. well done
The mothers and fathers cry to heaven. Children our precious ones. The tears I cried for them and the smile of your ending. Beautifully done, passionately conceived and fully realized. A very powerful poem. thanks for sharing michael
this poem makes me feel that we in the west are totally and totally dead. john
A beautiful write, filled with the strength that hope brings. The best of yours that I read tonight.
a nice tribute to today's Rachel's children