Sindbad's heart is loyal to the city which is the seat of his civilization, even if his body was driven into exile. Loyalty makes him leave so he can hold that city's beauty clos to his heart. Loyalty makes him return. At times the darkness of small coffins seems more powerful than any light. If a mind is a hornet's nest, how can it learn any lessons? But love is always willing to learn lessons. Your poem weaves a fabric of beautiful thoughts because that scarred body needs the solace of love's garment.:
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Sindbad's heart is loyal to the city which is the seat of his civilization, even if his body was driven into exile. Loyalty makes him leave so he can hold that city's beauty clos to his heart. Loyalty makes him return. At times the darkness of small coffins seems more powerful than any light. If a mind is a hornet's nest, how can it learn any lessons? But love is always willing to learn lessons. Your poem weaves a fabric of beautiful thoughts because that scarred body needs the solace of love's garment.:
Thanks a lot Mr. Mair! I am glad you enjoyed reading my poem!