My eyes in look at empty spaces
I’m so close, but on futile traces
The dim of materialism is light to me
The flames of wealth are cool to thee.
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A great piece of writing within this poem, its dramatic flow keeps a reader on edge but is let down softly onto the ground by its calm, and thoughtful ending - Just like a storm? ? hahaha Enjoyed this one intently, Mel xxx
Nicely done Oshodin...........for every storm that comes to our life we must take a strive to recover and stand in our ways.....loved it. Cate
GODSPOWER, ONE OF YOUR MESSAGES WAS IN MY SPAM FOLDER. SECOND TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED. I THOUGHT I RETURNED (RESTORED) IT TO THE EMAIL INBOX, BUT IT DISAPPEARED. HMMMMM, WONDER WHAT IS GOING ON? CAROL