She left me
Somewhere,
In the dense forest
Throwing sharp arrows
Towards me wildly
And escaped into heaven,
Leaving me desperately,
Only … I was able to cry,
Striking my heart,
Like a bitter wind,
Thinking myself
As a dart board.
I headed into
The middle of the jungle,
In search of own reality
And existence.
I stopped for a while
When I saw an old,
A dark and gigantic,
Laid down BIG wood.
It was laying along with the path
Being an organic fertilizer or,
A good supplement for growth of fungus,
Wild mushrooms, weeds and fern plants;
I squeezed my mind,
And thought—I could
Germinate new life
Inside me,
Connecting the feelings
Between body and mind,
Working as a supplement
To sprout my hope of new life
In a new route,
That could be different
And significant
To rejoice quietly.
Thanks.
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Beautiful imagery..in this poem..Love it!
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Thanks a lot.🙂🙂🙂
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Check out the new post on my blog to know what she’s going through after she left you. It just tied in perfectly.
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Waoo 🥺🥺 it’s beautiful ❤️
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Thanks a lot.🙂🙂🙂❤
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