Tuesday, 25 July 2017


Pain comes in different forms and degrees and possibly moulds us -- along with other factors -- into who we are. 

This is a poem about how pain feels to me.

I've felt the pain 
Of the rose
When it could no longer
Be called a bud
The sadness of the tree
When its trunk 
Bent in the wind
The yielding of the moon
When the clouds had their way
The grieving of the skin
At the loss of your touch

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