The sun moves slowly with the intent to leave,
Slowly cradeling the mountains, the sun goes where its needed,
Dark crawls upon my Crimson flesh,
yet I feel nothing...
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These lines imply much more than mere darkness and crimson color. I like it............... 'Dark crawls upon my Crimson flesh, yet I feel nothing...' Glorious description of the sun, moon and the nature and yourself. You are good symbolist by using above three, you achieved good symbolism. Your mind is progressing faster than your age. Amazing write............
Gorgeous write. I truly adore the way it implies that you can find warmth and joy even in the darkest of times. The symbolism here is magnificant.
gentle flow..........keep on writing about Nature enveloped with love for love is the greatest
gentle flow..........keep on writing about Nature enveloped with love for love is the greatest
Your poem is simply beautiful... :) . Dusk is also the best time to steal the neighbor's newspaper...or borrowing it, as I call it...