the seabed shook, shattered
the coast of a continent
the island isolated indefinitely
mourning for its motherland
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
the seabed shook, shattered
the coast of a continent
the island isolated indefinitely
mourning for its motherland
Life is not the way it looks, rather it's the way we see it
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What Lies Beneath It All?
Nicole
This is the primordial feeling of separation… innocent and true!
Thank you for your feedback
Greetings,
You have expressed an ache. Fortunately no man is an island.
Thank you for this.
All good wishes,
robert
I’m happy you saw what I was expressing. Thanks for your comment Robert.