my flowers are plucked out
Created by rocksea on 15 Dec 2005 | Tagged as: prakriti
My flowers are plucked out
I want to scream and shout
My branches too cut out
I can’t stand my fear and doubt
Wasn’t I their angel tree
Leaving them in my shade so free
Their thoughts I always carry
But now…why they left me so weary
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on 11 Sep 2006 at 11:54 pm 1.Sarah said …
Looks like you had a bad experience…friends? love? relatives?
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on 13 Sep 2006 at 6:56 pm 2.rocksea said …
maybe none of the above
i dont remember exactly. maybe friends do come in this poem or maybe it means how nature feels..
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on 19 Sep 2006 at 11:33 pm 3.sarah said …
looks deeper than that…like you said, maybe friends…i wonder what…
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on 20 Sep 2006 at 10:02 am 4.rocksea said …
it depends on how you take it sarah. maybe for me such a factor can have deep impact?
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on 09 Jan 2007 at 2:21 am 5.Beena said …
very touching..somewhere i feel related.
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