You're alone in this love,
Because I let you be yourself.
You're, in fact, a wreck without an anchor.
You embarrass me,
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Life itself is a melody, composed, composing and uncomposed. You know Marieta, it is very necessary for the foundation of anything to be solid. It is very necessary that every individual take cue from other people's examples and reason out his own situation, it is pertinent that one examines the totality of his existence in order to survive the tides of life. But a wreck without a anchor was neither a sail nor never left the harbour. For how could a ship make a sail into the unknown without the rudiments for sail? Good job, some men should read this!
A poem to ponder on... poems like these are perfect for paper...
for abandoning you into nothingness like waves that drive the boat ashore 10
nice images and touching scenes, good experience of art. 10
Wonderful poem; beautiful and sad. Very emotional...loved it! 10
I expect you to be disintegrated slowly and waiting in your own when no anchor can keep you in the offshore because the wood is too rotten 10
from the beginning I touched your sorrow, afterwards I recognized it... you touched me...
beautifully expressive Marieta...the wreck and the aggrevating rotten anchor...thoughts nicely conveyed there...thanks...10
Beautifully expressed poem, with imagery that grips and holds the reader...I simply loved this piece Marieta......a joy 10+++
great.stuff.you reap what you sow, .an unfeeling soul disregarded to the tides of indifference.