1)A lane leading to a cemetery in a village_Evening
My funeral came to an end
You are on the way my house,
with flowers in hands and the hands turned into white doves
It is raining and,
a rice field smells you
2)Poet's House_Living room_Night
The door is opened,
The house is as empty as a soul of a red rose
I along with the room take a walk in your spirits
your smile is starting to appear;
within the worn out picture on the wall;
I give it a kiss
3)The arctic ocean_Midnight
Tonight, the sky is full of lost stars again
Though in the depths of the ocean,
an uncanny hand caressing the loneliness of a shark.
I need your critical comment to revise this poem?
Comments
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I like how your thoughts have taken to this beautiful write. Yes I could imagine that you coming from a very beautiful culture and history could write like this. This is a great write.
Lencio
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