Poem -
NOVEMBER FLOWERS : DAY 9 WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, SHE USES HER OWN INTELLECT..
She uses her own intellect to write for a well-read minority,
Never, ever seem to be favored by fortune with a priority,
 Rather to be pitied for her own constant love for life torture,
She adds, amends, lay besides, rephrase, go on for departure
She may not stand by and may not hold herself a spicy body,
But, mind may dwell in place of heavenly pleasure ever ready,
Abandonment is not the concern for others to get a re-birth,
Go on peeling of the layers of body, your soul loves this earth.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Hi Cherie,
Thanks for your comments, to be frank with you, I was thinking to include the above in my poetry column CHERRY BLOSSOMS, however, I am still trying my level best to write and complete 101 inspirational writes based on your fabulous verses shortly
Love & Hugs
Willy
Hello Willy...
Great write!
She sounds amazing!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Between November flowers the soul shines with every dawn, but feel unsafe thinking that after a new day the darkness of the night, despite that will again come the soul still not being in this world loves and clings to life.
On what says Cherie of insecurity I tell you that this happens with security that occurs with the feeling of independence and very independent to be always it depends on something, without going any further, we depend on air to live. We are all insecure, some conceal it better than others, but insecurity is a human characteristic.
A hug.