Lonely the tree
rustles at top,
and the black cloud
warns: sto-o-p...
The Eremite cannot
world rescue,
the storm sings about
thunder approach!
I read this poem several times, each time, I ended with tale vision. I must be wrong- perhaps a spasm of thaugh-
Tsira, so much said in so few words. Wonderfully written. Top marks and thanks for sharing them my friend. David
Good poetic work.Small and sweet with adequate metaphor and diction I like it very much.my 10
Precise brilliant work... storm swirls from clouds or tree branches.... I am sure it is from your lines... I can hear... Good one Tsira Rema
Hello Tsira, Loyd here. Loved your poem, your profile and personality. Good work my poet friend. Please visit my poems when you can and thank you, L C Taylor
yes...a good warning this...and a mind boggling one at that. good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Few words woven nicely so many things about life.NIce write