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The loneliest gods in the world
Will make
limbs bend
in ways we
can't speak
to hear
hymns sing
from trunk to
branches,
until you
return to
their old
roots.
Published 27th Apr 2023
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27th Apr 2023 8:51pm
And thus the cycle continues....
Keep them addicted, dependent and returning, no matter how you have to bend them....
Short poem, big message.
Regards,
BITS
Keep them addicted, dependent and returning, no matter how you have to bend them....
Short poem, big message.
Regards,
BITS
27th Apr 2023 11:58pm
Your writing has a denuded soulful quality that is interesting and resonant, subtle threads of meaning.
28th Apr 2023 8:13am
Dear N,
Yup. To me, the best churches are forests, gardens, oceans. Anywhere there is a tree, a flower and a bit of water that’s where I’ll do my most sincere offerings. I loved the beauty of this poem, the imagery is the definition of serenity. Lovely write. H🌷
Yup. To me, the best churches are forests, gardens, oceans. Anywhere there is a tree, a flower and a bit of water that’s where I’ll do my most sincere offerings. I loved the beauty of this poem, the imagery is the definition of serenity. Lovely write. H🌷
