A train of black Ants like a pilgrimage,
While they are going never miss to talk each other.
Where are they going?
It's a puzzle for me.
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Life has many barriers, but poetry transcends them all. As usual, your rapport with nature resonates. Always your friend, Sandra
Your image of ants on a whitewashed wall is original and compelling. This poem poses questions for which there seem to be no answers - but like all good philosophical debates, the questions are what matters in the long run. Brilliant word-smithing. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥