Thanks to useful remarks, especially Mike's, I revised the poem. Tell me
if it works better now.
Tammara
The Place Where We Are Right
Rocky and barren,
The sharp toothed cliffs
of absolute conviction
look over the vast, empty plain
of blind arrogance.
The merciless sun of anger
slices the moon-like landscape
in sharp-edged black and white.
Not a tree, a flower or insect,
not a bird or beast in sight.
In this hostile land
nothing can survive.
But questions and doubts
can drill the hard soil,
compassion can bring in rain clouds
so seeds wouldn't recoil.
Sympathy paints rainbow colors,
understanding brings out the hues,
and the hidden truth
that we are all One
now gains recognition,
bursts forth in a kaleidoscope
of seeming contradictions.
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