When Sun douse inside the old blue sea
Thorns turn bald seeing the capering bee.
When sky descends, bowing valorous marred earth
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Such a warm poem of love and hope. I felt something special in my heart when I read the streams of they becoming an ocean of we. Let us all keep this picture of the world in front of our eyes... Sooo Nice!
A great poem! You deal with difficult to realize possibilities, but also suggest they may not be inevitable. When 'the eagle saves the sparrow's egg'.....a fabulous image. There's hope here, but it is well-grounded hope. A terrific poem.
Thanks a lot poet....u always interpret my poems d way I think.....ty so much
It's beautifully written, I love poems where the layout is so aesthetically pleasing to the eye. My favorite line .... When streams of 'they' unite to form ocean of 'we' Our boats may be different but we row on same sea. I wish they would make this the Poem of the day :)
Thanks a lot for your appreciation dear....they have always encouraged me....Thank you Especially for d last line
Hi Jaya, A very profound poem. When streams of 'they' unite to form ocean of 'we' Our boats may be different but we row on same sea. Very poignant statement. Deeply evocative. Well done. A big 10+++++
Thorns turn bald seeing the capering bee..... delicate charming and lovely well penned liked
Inside the old blue sea! ! Thanks for sharing.