Tuesday, October 21, 2008

A Rose Color-Red Comments

Rating: 5.0

The chains, the early grave, the holy light of day.
Once sacred, once fed.....the sins of the father,
the lie sung by the troubadour's cry, the peasant
in the field-in strife with season's toil to abide,
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THEO RAY
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Ron Flowers 02 February 2010

A very nice poem. Ron

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Wesley Mincin 29 July 2009

A piece of perfection. An ideal poem to represent the true art of poetry. Superb, Theo. -Wes

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Colin Jeffery 01 November 2008

A very good poem indeed.

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