The Orator Was Proud… Comments
It was forbidden to see dreams…
In the depth of the stage
The streak of light…
Was crossed out.
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the scene painted by you in these lines is so attractive that i could visualise.. the orator's giggling, the fruitless womb all very creative..and reveals the deep thought...
A very nice piece quite deep and thought provoking, I loved the line in the fruitless womb of the mind thank you Nik
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9/12/2025 4:47:10 PM # 1.0.0
No dreams is the end of life. Alas! I like your interchange of sight and sound: In the depth of the stage The streak of light… Was crossed out. The deafened life With its eyes put out, Waved its hands in the hall,