It finally ends.....
I, a once thriving community is now abandoned due to labor mobility. I am wailing to come back to life.
She found a good linen
Got some needle and design
The burned and unnecessary stitches...
It has never been this hard in the land. Yet, the managers say it is normal. To me, It is nightfall in the Afternoon in the Land.
This poem is a portrait of what writing is to me. For me it has been a form of expressing from the basic to the most complex things in life. I hope you like it! **Criticism is wholly welcomed. Dr.Blossom