An Occasional Damage of Roses

📙 The intention of Anderson’s rhythmic literary work is not to attempt or pursue what is already deep inside us but with what we have already fathomed since birth, a feasible determinant to where we have appeared. As we continue to grow, we still journey, explore, and evolve with the pace of daybreak. Anderson’s poetry is a storyteller. It does not bind you with its limits but serves as a compass that will bring you to the deeper meaning of life. That thought could be appalling for a traveler. Poetry by itself is not in any way a redeeming factor but simply a voice in the heart of a man that is full of hope in spite of life’s ups and downs. Doesn’t this prove true to all of us? A traveler who is in touch with his innermost self will comprehend Anderson’s poetry but other people may perceive it as cryptic writings on a wall. Cherish the disruption and delight of things that are always yours. You have the morality to restore them when they’re lost or taken. Anderson’s written composition is best taken into account in a place of solitude, far away from things that cloud your judgment.