Sorrow

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Well written, friend. The way you talk of a girl immersing herself in sadness and separating its strands creates a picture in the reader's mind. Then, your comparison of the girl with a prism, through which sadness would dissociate into its infinite spectrum is very nice. A concise poem, but really expressive and a lovely read. Keep writing.

[Baba_Uman]

Thank-you so much for your valuable comment !!

[Country boy183798]

Short, but it says a lot. Your choice of words really complements the work and I enjoyed it. Well done and keep on writing.

[Baba_Uman]

Thank you dear for your compliment :-)

[Patricia Stephmore]

Short and beautiful...... 'Her' description in this four liner is so touching.... And you have a beautiful choice of words

[Baba_Uman]

Thank you dear 😆

[Patricia Stephmore]

Your welcome :-)