Each thorn was crying

For me, it is an image of an abondoned garden, or of a corner crying with possibilities neglected. Riding on your poem is risky, it takes you in and throws you off... however a pleasant ride indeed! Warm regards, -Supratik Sen, Hyderabad

To see the innocence of the sin--an oximoron indeed! How dexterously you coin words! A gift indeed. -UK Atiyodi, Kandangali, Payyanur

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