I have no words
For that word
Only broken images:
Burned bridges
Fallen trees
Slanted flowers
Clouded light
I have no words
For that word
Only broken images:
Burned bridges
Fallen trees
Slanted flowers
Clouded light
I tell story of a village in India
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Excellent poem. Very cleverly written and poignant.
Thanks. Glad you saw something you liked in it. I really appreciate you taking the time to leave a few words.
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Your broken images
are a swooning
delight
Thank you 🙂
😫❤short,precise and to the point!
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