...'on both ends
of a stretchable string-
nothing is tied'
gaze transposing. Passion,
in complete abandonment
precariously spreads. But
thinly to every flower.
he, looking back the narrowing
strip of the highway.
an imperfect life. Molding
back to a mother's womb,
laid perfectly for a fetus.
metamorphosed. But
snapped back
to its original form.
'on both ends of a stretchable string- nothing is tied' and so the tension is zero....its must have been lying in the ground...dead..waiting to rot..anyway..free love...sometimes we stumble on it.....
hi candice candid feelings............................ love is that sweet uneasiness which will never leave you............ so just dissolve......................
Basically, love supposed to be free...............free from manipulation and all.Good job Kandis.
...'on both ends of a stretchable string- nothing is tied' ............................I think on both ends life is tied.The remaining poem is very fine specially choice of words.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another masterpiece for candice...