LowlinessA Poem by HuwThe desire to please the need to be accepted the love of praise until praise is seen as empty of no value boring what will your child do then when there is nothing left no hope no exhilaration nothing enjoyable of any lasting worth when all disappoints and is free falling like dying leaves to the ground. many use the tree from which the leaves have fallen throwing a rope over a high branch in their desperate lowliness. © 2015 HuwReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 5, 2015 Last Updated on July 5, 2015 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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