Life as love loses color
Bird as time flies away
Memory as old foe—
Wood-mite eats night
Bug naps on the soul
Rains on the memory
Yesterday germinates
Plankton feelings—
Cruel catfish wakes up
Bug naps on the soul
Don't let no bugs attack soul, a pleasant read like usual! From your side a beautiful write!
well..I don't what else to say..except these are all mind blowing! ! ! ! ! ...it s been two months since i came to the site...and you are a very unique writer indeed! ! ! ! 10+++ splendid one as always... regards shan
true thoughts about the life and the world..well penned..wanted to live for one day in a poet's thought..10++++
Cruel catfish wakes up Bug naps on the soul ----- fabulous metaphors written...when conscience naps into the soul and the self love awakes...greediness takes over...now there'll be a laughing thunder! ! ! 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well said...bug naps on the soul...memory is souls enemy