...The Wood Gatherer... Poem by Ena Nin
...The Wood Gatherer...
You gather words
like wood
and burn them
altogether.
Smoke
dances gently
into the night
and finds
its way
to my heaven.
absolutely splendid. I will keep my eye on you. thanks for a very sober, realistic and encouraging comment.
beautiful... reminds me when i was a kid we gather wood for cooking on weekends. it's a lot fun. we gather fruits too. when it rains wood produce lots of smoke and we cry. thanks for very nice poem.write some more.md
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:40:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yours words have a wonderful affect, but when I reflect I find that their exact meaning though intrigueing, is elusive. Keep the words coming, though. Dont stop! !