I saw suffering today. It was closed, quiet, curled up into a small ball, dressed in thin robes. I saw suffering today. His big eyes looked at me in silence were looking for help. I saw suffering today. When they reached out begging for help and more feelings. I saw suffering today. And I stood looking from the side because I was so scared I couldn't take a step.
A returning memory from which I would like to escape... Thank you
themirrorBarlad, Moldova RomaniaMay 9, 2021
haven't seen so often symbolism driven by a repetition of the words. this is good thing, to create a painting on a canvas, when writing poetry, even much better when mixed with experiences
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Hits home like an iron fist in a velvet glove
Thank you