Life’s moments deprived of love Abandoned among harsh feelings and ridicule Constant remonstrance acts as sandpaper Abrasive collision tarnishes the smooth surfaces Life is depraved and dryness becomes unbearable Little thorns adorn the branches of Life Even little movements cause the skin to bleed An admonishing soul finds fault with Life itself Accusing every day of being cruel to existence It is not Life’s fault but … Continue reading Moments