I need to be in fuzz
Inside a cage, so rapt
So that I can break all
I can fly high
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A peculiar imagination from the poet where the poet sees the experiences of pain and the resultant thoughts. The word power is great and nice poem.
Wish you attain the desired, craving perfection and absolutely delightful heights of wisdom in a most wonderful, healthy and safe manner by God's grace. True, poets can blend moods, passions, imaginations, experiences and thoughts with due proportion of nature and life for the sake of crafting artistic beauty. But, inviting, wishing pain to enjoy relief, darkness to understand the worth of light itself is sometimes painful to certain souls. I admit with all humility that a wish to be in grave to understand the worth of a breath is not (even for the sake of poetic expression) something laudable. I write this with a smile, and a request, as I am afraid the dear poet might take me wrong. God bless, Remain safe and healthy, keep penning to the heights of the splendid voids where the galaxies store their invaluable treasures for unborn futurity. Regards and So much love duly blended with respect and prayers.