I am wondering
how an unpretentious red liquid
In our body
Has both life and death, in its hands
Or how we feel the wind
But we can't touch or see it
And how the clouds hang around high in the sky
- Author: Cesuke (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 11th, 2023 15:48
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
Comments4
I am not wondering if this is a good write - cos it is!
Thanks, Orchi
excellent.
Thanks:)
So well done.
I’m not Buying it even a little. I’ve been trying to stretch any metaphor to get how “unpretentious” belongs. It seems like you just grabbed a word you liked and force fit it in. I also noticed reviews that offer praise, I like those guys but I’m also calling them out and it will serve to lessen my faith if the future brings positive comments from them to me. Unpretentious blood, wind we can’t touch , and hanging clouds. It’s all bad on various levels with the overall effect dropping a reader in a windy day with some clouds that don’t pretend. Nope nope nope
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