Inner Realm__ No Life Comments

Once I wished to touch with my elate being. In a lonesome noon thou hast left me, To roll with time to suffer no life.

Life is a mystic sound with no drum. The sound within sound having no dream. With Sudden blow, with no real quick corn. Upon thy breast i laid my life best, a very fine poem trying to express the inner being., the ache of the mind, the desert sans Oasis........ thank u dear poet for your creative thinking going into the mysterious level.. thanku. again. tony

A vast desert without oasis provokes thought. Sometimes joy and sometimes sadness makes mind full of tears. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.10