My Miserable Life Poem by Qinling Wang

My Miserable Life



My miserable life is a mist mess
Nobody can see flowers or trees
Or where the flying blue birds
Sow the dream seeds

Saturday, December 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jette Blackstone 23 December 2017

Nice poem. The mist can obstruct everything. Beautiful images amidst sadness.

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Qinling Wang 23 December 2017

Thank you for your insightful commet, dear poet!

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