Comments : frail

  • 1 month ago

    by Gracy Judith

    Rania it's always a pleasure reading your poems. As usual, this is beautifully penned!

    I'm blown away by the below lines:

    one kind word
    could lend life back to dead roots.
    I would rise into trees
    and flourish like countless seasons
    in a small field;
    only to suffer death
    in the middle of cheer.
    Let me give up my ghost
    in the rustle of silence.


    ...this cold
    more merciful than
    your ever kindest words.

    This is a win-worthy poem!

    Cheers <3

  • 1 month ago

    by Skyfire

    Wonderful piece. I found the play between starting some sentences with lowercase letters and others with proper capitalization very interesting. Would love to hear your reasoning if you ever feel like it.