illustrator: Sara herranz
I will leave, no longer I will not follow in desert land.
I'm gone, I'm leaving, I say goodbye silently.
I do not tolerate it, I'm leaving.
Nothing binds me to this land without life, my course is another.
The suitcases do not reach me, but still I'm leaving.
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Very nice @alevale1010 As I read your words there are several lines of thought that you have excited. So many different ways to interpret your poem. I really like it.
Thank you.
UV and following and looking forward to more of your work.
Cheers,
bucky
Thank you very much for your words !! I am glad that it can be interpreted in several ways and even so the reader enjoys them.
This is an interesting write. I interpret it as a consideration of suicide, and in that vein, I found the idea of the suitcases being packed as a very interesting aspect. Good work.
Thank you! although it is nothing similar to a suicide but I am the one who has interpreted it from his perspective