Wounded World Comments

How will I wash the sins of this undeserved life My hands stained with heinous murder of world's happiness Now that she cries, how will this worldThe area she walked over bore rainbow colored primroses. Her hair resembled onyx, black gem stone made into thread and from them arose ambrosia that filled the air. your üoet's notes are more wonderful. tony survive.. a great poem.. mother nature,

My hands stained with heinous murder of world's happiness Now that she cries, how will this world survive.. very fine poem, wonderful use of words and an excellent notes from the poetess on the poem. love this. tony