THE OLD BRIDGE IS TO COLLAPSE YET SOMETHING HOLDS ON AND KEEPS IT ALIVE… SOMETHING WHICH KEEPS HIS LOOSE BELLY WARM AND “STRONG”, AS IF A SAPLESS FLOWER GLOWS WITH DEW IN NOVEMBER MORNING….
By kunga chonyi5 years ago in Poets
Windy and mazy was the night…. Armed and attended walks the nature, seething in commotion…. The loud roof was singing with the fearful lightning….
GALLOPING HIGH, IT’S A WARRIOR S PRIDE….AN UNCHANGING PATRIOTISM…. A TRUE LOVERS SOUL, PIERCING THE WALLS OF HATRED AND THE VICIOUS SOCIETY…..
