Read your stuff, you old softie.
The lighning strike should have killed you and the word is 'beneath' and not 'under'.
The first one reminds me of the beautiful innocent chidhood where everything seems possible and the pure, untainted desires that we have. The second is an extremely overwhelming compostion in which even though the boy is completely broken on the inside but never loses hope .
Thanks for reading
Hello Lazarus
Two beautiful poems, which tell of hope and the dream of freedom. I liked both very much and I enjoyed reading them.
Greetings from Switzerland, Evi
Hi Evi. Thanks.
Good to see you're writing again, Laz. These two little slices of lives are a great introduction back into the work all your friends and coming friends here can enjoy. Excellent!