Obscure Poem by Sara Tehrani
Obscure
It’s the earthy echo
It’s the calm of the air
It’s the drummer’s tempo
It’s the charm of the snare
Its the bruises of the fighter
It’s the changes of the leaves
It’s the silence of the writer
It’s the arrogance of please
It’s the cutting of a heal
It’s the disease of the cure
It’s the turning of the wheal
That has me in love with life’s obscure
So time (turning of the wheel) has pushed you in love, with the obscurity of life. Wonderful! The silence of the writer is obscure. Very good choice of vocabulary. Cheers!
A marvelous homage to nature! You're a star and your powerful poem has brought peace and serenity to my soul.
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4/23/2024 4:03:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a nice write.ya true obscure are the ways of nature.