(A prose which was written few months back)
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(for some of my friends whom I lost sadly today) .....
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This is not easy doing, there is a cause here, a pain, much beyond one; s own life. When things go that way, the mind thinks differently. This is so real. Your expression can carry ones emotions.10
struggled to find the true meaning behind it, but when i did i loved it.. :)
Sooooooooo inspiring! ! It made my mind fly away to another beautiful land! !
Beautiful poem, 10/10! ! mind stopping by and letting me know what you think on one of my poems sometime? Your opinion would be greatly valued.
'...but that sea rejected me when discovered that i'm not a fish but another sea...' Preserve that soul.
the soul is something that only you and GOD control. it will take you to places beyond your wildest dreams of things seen and unseen. as for the question. you are the seed from both the poet and the warrior. the strength from the warrior and the beauty of the poet. GOD BLESS
Sad, you lost all your poets friends in a day, it scares me madame I will give you 10 marks for your poem.
Losing friends is one of the most bad part but it's a part of life that we try to not happen. But after all these things, we learn and learn. Your poem is good!
perfect..a new subject with rich and meanigful way writeen poem.. i really liked it much..well done..10/10
this is hauntingly beautiful tamara. 'soaring and realized that i'm a seed of a warrior..perhaps i'm a seed of a poet' what some people dont realise is that you are both.. they are both the same seed, the seed of nobility and strength of character. well done.
read this one..instantly fell in love with it, put it on my fav.list and gave both poems 10
'but that sea rejected me when discovered that i'm not a fish but another sea ' thoughtful piece, thanks for sharing
Poets who are warriors truly inside need to be encouraged. A provoking insight.
sometime u cant find words to discribe such lovely poem, ur creater of poems
warriors and poets do talk while they walk they do no sit or rest they do not have time to rest their mind is too busy. like this