she leaves
the house
every day
carrying a bag
full of
chirping desires
and twinkling dreams
of a life,
but till now
she hasn't found
any warm palm
to whom
she can handover her bag...
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Author:
dimpsmoon (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A most wonderfully written poem that speaks in metaphor. Trust has not been found in the crowd and the bag can not be passed on. Loved it
thanks you...
A powerful poem on trust and the consequences when it is lacking. Again...powerful. Well done, my friend. 🌹👏
thanks a bunch...
You're welcome.
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