My father was a poet, he did not write to love, but also in his version. Love to his people, his customs, his things.
I feel sadness in your verses, but often sadness makes us resurrect like the phoenix. But this must be for only a moment of our life.
Do not let it invade you. Keep going, I'm sure you will do very beautiful things because you have a lot of sensitivity.
It's like you confirmed my words, thank you, I appreciate it. Thank you for the advice also and your encouragement. Just hard times, hard life and too much disappointment I guess, but I'll get there 😊