A violin cannot serve is purpose without its bow and what's the use of the guitar when it can only produce music on temporary basis? ah, this piece spoke to me about being alone. very well-penned, isus.
This was really interesting to read. I had to read it multiple times to really get a grasp at it, but thats perfectly okay. I love poetry that makes me think and dig into the meanings between the lines. Great job! I look forward to reading more of your work :)
A symphony of subtle and intense emotions - a rhythm that carries magical and surreal music in words. Ah, yes, 'the wish of poison - a sharp octave in the scale of emotions.
I relished the simplicity in the poem, which in essence is grand. Cheers, dear Isus.
I'll admit, It's a little hard for me to read poetry sometimes. But after reading it again, I noticed that it has small phrases that have one thing in common: A sense of something missing, forgotten, or too far away to grasp.
Such an empty sound though, bits missing or misformed, sadness in distorted liquid foam music. Perhaps. A different plane to walk across in these words, ''Desert around us is ~ bending city of shade .. '