I bent my knees
As doubts can't be cleared
And will it stop until
I stop my act, my desire.
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I bent my knees To make me stronger To not let me taste bitter Doubt make my vision blurred. This is experience of this thinking generation. We all have doubts, doubts and doubts and why and why. Very fine poem from your great pen. tony
Branches of trees that have fruits bent, a thoughtful poem.