A rock plant cries in the mist.
I grow here like an orphan
And nobody cares my love.
I know this rock never melt
And give me a droplet for my thirst.
When I comment on a piece of poetry I do so from the heart, and for this great piece I shall make no exception, IT IS BRILLIANT Thankyou Love duncan X
Beautifully written Nimal... I could hear the cries... falling on stony ground... Joey
I love this lament to a little rock plant, Nimal. May it melt the heart of the rock on which it grows. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lonely cry of a sensitive soul. Very nostalgic, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra