Despair nipped at our hearts,
we the blue children
of the growing season, long green stalks rising
in savoury fields.
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Do not wait in it for a life laurel a diadem, do not like live classics... It too paradox but the ruthless fact... The kindest regards... Tsira
I very much agree with Tara here, that you have such an amazing talent with word structure, and that fourth stanza is beautiful....evoking feelings I didn't know were there until I read what you wrote. Wonderful writing, just awesome! !
For some (or no) reason, there is always a particular stanza in your pieces that utterly stands out to me and grips me. This time it is the fourth. Why, why, why can't I ever put together such words? ! t x
'polished gems of the first water' beautiful line my dear your poem can catch even the coldest hearts