Who can love like me
When i behold Butterflies making love on the black stone
When i behold eagles spread wings to freedom
Who can hate like me
When i behold tigers tearing the red lion
When i behold ants drowning in sands
Who can see like me
When i meet ghosts of white
Who can hear like me
When i listen to old owl's symphony
and who the first Question as it lasts for and eternal! We are single and individuals in this world.. such a truth revealed, thank you so much Poet! ! 10+++!
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An amazing first line! WHO CAN LOVE LIKE ME: the absence of a question mark makes me conclude this is a statement not a question. And it is followed by two images which seem to express an excess of freedom from fear.Then you give us a parallel passage on hate the parallel to love, and the two images show terrifying destruction. The two concluding passages are a drastic relaxation of the tension of the first two. You assert your sensory ability in seeing and hearing with a sample perception of each that is quite unusual. I especially like your sensitivity to the owl's almost hidden sound which you still perceive. This poem has a lingering mysteriousness.
Daniel thanks one more time for reading my well i think there is no middle point in my soul. I love like crazy and i hate ceaselessly and i thinl thats my biggest weak point in life. My love and hate come from where i have no control on it and i love owls. Symbol of wisdom