Brick after brick,
a barrier builds,
a concrete curtain falls
against all that you will never see again.
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A day when trust pours like rain, a gift of loneliness, I loved these two lines. A very good poem.
strong feelings and thoughts are bricks and poetic symbols and imagery the mortar. The wall is up and it is beautiful. This one, Well written, Nishtha.
the writer really spent some time self analyzing or Looking into a mirror for this one. good work Nishtha I am beginning to think you might make a great psychiatrist one day.
Thank you! :) I really appreciate it!
Wow, thank you very much! :) Really appreciate it.