A heart of stone, filled with pain, clings only to the branches of that ruthless tree, whose home is without roots. Its cuts strike the worn-out, hard body, As if the river's current seeks its shore in sorrow. The young man shivers at the rough, hard touch of dew, The longing heart cannot find a generous heart, which way?
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Author:
L.Uz (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Finding myself
- Category: Reflection
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So many contradictions in this poem of pain and sorrow. It is as if not the words but the feeling is being sent. Nicely done
Thank you
A sense of the painful journey in the search of themselves and self worth, nicely expressed and written
Thank you
You are very welcome
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