Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Adrift Comments

Rating: 5.0

A stalk produces a dripping sap
When freshly cut
And it does not when healed
Much like a poet
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mifael llauderes
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rago rago 13 February 2009

Beautiful thinking of cold sun. Very beautiful and fragrance.

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Malcolm Bacchus 09 February 2009

very nice poem, I really felt this one. Very cool beat to it.

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Anita Atina 05 February 2009

Winsome poetry this Mifael, infused with innate rhythm.

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Estrella Baldemosa 04 February 2009

i love your musing and the imagery that goes with it is amazing!

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