Open Poetry #42 |
insecurity |
poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
Insecurity ------------- The bike and its rounds, Everyday at this time, The sound like a child Whining in insecurity. Air fiddles with her hair who Stands at the balcony. From there the air will go To the lady amid Rubbles. She wants pieces Of her innocent daughter. Though the bombed premises Has no security. clever talks delay friendship! |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
poddarku, Beautiful - and so sad. How sad, too, that this is now a picture that we all can see and understand. Alison |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
very good. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Heartwrenching, dear Ku! There is always a great deal of emotion in your poetic works. Love, Margherita |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
so sad |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
Ku, some of us do not realise just how lucky we are... John |
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