Thursday, September 22, 2011

Africa My Home Comments

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Africa my home, 'oh, black my dear skin
Gloom you possess not, nor diabolic,
It just that our sense is a systemic
Disease, which destroys and leads us to sin.
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You love us. That is why you prayed to our mother on our behalf. She heard the prayer and i know my mother, she shall shower you with love.

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Evelyn Nec 26 September 2011

I like this very much! ! !

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Elena Sandu 25 September 2011

A good poem, I read pain but gradually hope comes, at the end we have the proof that good is to reveal itself.. Thank you for share

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Aqeb Benazir 25 September 2011

I agree with Luis. the first stanza is great and the overall poem has a nice flow with a positive sense and subtle meaning.

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Dave Walker 22 September 2011

good write. you choose your words well. may i invite you to read my new poem called, spirits of the dead.

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