With glasses resting at the
Edge of my nose I watch the
Faint shadow of the sun slipping
Down the horizon
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If a 'holy dawn' comes with bacon, hotcakes/pancakes/griddlecakes or just cakes (and ice cream) then perhaps I'll join you. I did not find the poem to be sad.
I sincerely hope this is just your poetic license speaking, and not your true feelings. Don't go anywhere, Anil. We need you here.
Very very sad poem, the saddest poem I ever read this week. Fantastically worded and brilliantly presented, dear Poet.5 Stas Ful Score and myriad more.
So, Anil, let me 'get this straight' aka decide I understand: You are talking about dying, NOT JUST sleeping forever, RIGHT! ? Worse things can happen. ;) bri