I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
ha. yes. or that we own the rainbow...instead of taking our place along side it or under it..and recognizing its beauty
My thoughts are the same as Brian's......I love this poem, my friend, which says so much. Love the repetition of the first stanza at the end too, which brings it full circle. Really good writing!
Yes, that's a truth of humankind. I like the repetition of the first lines at the end. It brings very satisifying closure.
I can't add any new thing to the comments. This is just a lovely piece.
So much is beyond our control!
Lovely, Ninot! Hope you are well :)
When I look back over the long years I cannot claim that I have achieved what I set out to achieve. I cannot now claim that I got what I wanted. No doubt one gets what one deserves through hardwork and so on, but not the real dream. Indeed, hard work leads somewhere but hardly anything specific.
The real dream…I hope I am not blinded by a dream, Pakcik.Missing Al-Manar.
Cantik betul sajak ini. Well done
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