Treasure Island

Ekaterina Polischuk

(20.08.1987)

A Little Hut


Among cold streets and clouds of dust
Is way of glory, warm and light,
To find it you should mind trust
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  • Allan Farran (2/15/2014 12:47:00 AM)

    I was reading this poem and i kept thinking about the hut in lady Chatterley lover (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (3/28/2012 3:34:00 PM)

    The hut a metaphor for a place of sanctuary or happiness. Perhaps different for each individual but where in warm shining light all are welcome and safe. Sounds a lot like home. (Report) Reply

  • Tiku . (3/23/2012 12:05:00 PM)

    i don't have words to express my gratitude towards you for sharing such a nice poem.keep inking. (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (3/19/2012 4:38:00 AM)

    WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ESOTERIC POEM!

    THE PHRASEOLOGY IS PAR EXCELLENT TOO......
    EPITHET CREATION IS SUPERB....TO MENTION ONE OF AMONG MANY IS THIS.''...Where sun-rays pierce each flesh of tear, '' (Report) Reply

  • Rajendran Muthiah (3/18/2012 6:23:00 PM)

    You look inside yourself to think of the mystic flame. By this simple statement, you take the readers to the portals of the mystic poetry. Wonderful! (Report) Reply

  • Harindhar Reddy (3/18/2012 9:57:00 AM)

    Wow! Whatever is the topic, the moment you pick the words while shine. Are eating radium or what ha ha ha racy narration which captured my breath. True fabulous poem and hats off to the poet! (Report) Reply

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