Nestle

Nestle

A Poem by Latifa
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finding,knowing,aiming

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aimless it is
aimless it was
the lost self wants a shelter

hollow hours
empty eyes
in search of sighing breath
in search of knowing

soliloquy is aching
fragile heart is waning
 spring of youth is withering

nestle beneath
 the throne of the proper lord
maybe the warmth of the light will filter
 through the perishing walls

© 2013 Latifa


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A introspective and sad write about The Search... we all look and some of us find what we search for. It's always different isn't it? Depends on the searcher.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is lovely - sad and yet uplifting at the same time. Wonderful writing my friend

:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


I really like this one. It's sad yet quite beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like this. Last stanza bugs me. I see different readings.

Posted 10 Years Ago


negativity gets you nowhere, keep searching, what else is there?

I liked this

Posted 10 Years Ago


Magical , beauty sublime...:)......................

Posted 10 Years Ago


Latifa

10 Years Ago

thank you Sami for your uplifting review
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

My pleasure...:)....................
Latifa, this is beautiful and hopeful. Keep looking, you will find that light shining brighter than ever. Very nicely penned my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Latifa

10 Years Ago

thank you Jack for your encouraging review

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Latifa
Latifa

oran, oran, Algeria



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