On my body, a tree with broken branches,
Birds of withered feathers build their nests.
I myself am a trunk bent with hallows,
Expecting with fear to fall down at any moment.
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Sometimes you just feel so fragile that any breeze could knock you down….wonderful poem…just wonderful
David, you are a “dangerous” reader 🙂 Just thank you!
me too…fear sucks!
Mr. Adventurer, it is just a poem. I appreciate your “fear” 🙂
Your poems are beautiful. I can definitely relate to this!
I am so glad to hear that. Thank youuu 🙂
Can I just ask, do you have any advice for going about getting poetry books published? I’d love to do that one day, but I wouldn’t know where to start…
My books are published in my country in my own language and it has been easy for me because I live in a small country (Albania). I know all publishers, and I am publisher myself 🙂 Now, I am trying, like you, to find a way publish my books in foreign language. If I find out any way I will let you know – Promise 🙂 Keep in touch.
Thank you, good luck with it!
You too. I have read some of your poems, they are really very good.
My moto is: If there is a will there is a way.
Find it 🙂
Strong but so delicate. Very nice.
Thank you for your voice Ms. Silently 🙂 It is very strong for me, and I am happy to hear it!!!
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