Rain yet reasons by the clouds
Tears falling when gleaned by the eyes
Moon simply disappears by the shadow
Breath when stunned red by the bolt from blue
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Discord and harmony play cat and mouse in this evocative poem that uses metaphor like the painter uses color. Majestic landscapes, insignificant small creatures and the timeless issues of right and wrong coalesce in this finely sculptured poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You are a superb word painter. I can hear that bell that tolls the end of the day. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
A powerful write Dr. Kar! Wonderfully expressed as always! ! *10*! ! Best regards! Friend Thad
Time changes, rose fades off by the curtain.......... Yet the bell tolls – it is end of the day Death is the mother of all beauty..........Impatient time follows and breaks the thread and make us free forever...the expression is deep and moving..
This is a very busy poem, many observations that have to be reached, related to the thread of thought. Not easy thing to do and yet these readers love it so very well done for that.