Desolation had overtaken him
As he trudged night and day
Through brambles and thickets
Armed with just a backpack
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I must say this is the best of all the poems you have posted in this site....very much subtle and symbolic...the theme is well thought out...and presentation impressive The metaphor- hidden- in this piece is Humanity...badly bruised and hurt...leaving this earthly scene? ...10*
No one seemed disturbed by His ugly and terribly distorted face The birds of heaven sang to him A welcome song that he longed to hear No one else had, not even his natural Mother wonderful philosophical poem belonging to symbolism 10/10
A BEAUTIFUL POEM SANDRA...AS YOU READ IT A SENSE OF PEACE SETS IN..THE FACE IS SOMETHING WE CAN NEVER TAKE CREDIT FOR...WHY BE HURT BY IT TOO
Your poem reminded me of a book, 'The monk who sold his ferrari'. Offcourse God and nature are the only thing, who accept us unconditionally....a good write...
mother nature embraces, loves, holds and heals as nothing else can. quite lyrical Sandra, very compassionate write Mamta
When the soul is beautiful, physical attributes cease to matter. May the birds of Heaven sing their solace forever. A beautiful, compelling write.10/10. Love, Sandra
Beautiful poem depicting a wonderful world of peace and joy only mystic can reach! Nice to read!
This is beautiful, as well as generous. Great poem overall.
your fantastic poem makes me write this comment. Humanity plunged in sorrow is a great theme... Finely expressed with choicest vocab..