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
Twisted tales of times true
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This is the primordial feeling of separation… innocent and true!
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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.