The peasant


Ever cried while writing a poem?Well this one definetly got me looking for my kerchief 😢

Does the peasant know I glance at him?
Lo,the poor peasant
I can see,behind his tears of despondency
Beyond his red sunken eyes
And sagged long face
His thoughts in agony grimace
At the loss of a loved one
Who might it be? I know not-
But I figure the thoughts pitilessly piercing his soul
As he gazes at the cruel sky and frowns
And the sky,insolent and refusing to beckon looks away in spite-
A breeze saunters by to cuddle or comfort
But the melancholic thoughts pinch and punch
He does not notice the breeze once-

Ronald R.


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