With all the fire sadness breathes You have let breath out with ease For in your constant concentration Left to solemn contemplation You let your thoughts wither, die Why your hand consistent, tries To write down words, honest and black But you should keep those words you lack
Okay, first off, let me start off by asking is that the type of stuff you write when your thirsty. I like the poem though. I guess you could write something like that when your thirsty. something explaining how it feels to be dieing. I felt like this person was truly suffering while I was reading this poem. I liked the part when it said " in the womb of mother earth". I have never heard the earth being compared to the womb of a women. That was really cool. Good Story!
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You have let breath out with ease
For in your constant concentration
Left to solemn contemplation
You let your thoughts wither, die
Why your hand consistent, tries
To write down words, honest and black
But you should keep those words you lack
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