Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Autobiography Of Death Comments

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Cold winter's white blanket has bled grey-black from Jersey's sooty shores,
Here 'neath shadows of Wall Street's towered sky,
Here in Richmond, where ne'er he lived,
Here his aspirations lay lifeless,
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Richard Weissman
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A B Faniki 02 November 2019

Nicelydone. I love the flow of words and ryhthm.

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Tulsi Shrestha 16 October 2019

His aspirations lay lifeless, words voiceless, legacy meaningless. I haven't imagined, one can expose features of death in beautiful sequence like you. No doubt, death is ultimate destination and conclusion of life. An exceptional write, undeniably an incredible creation, dear poet

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Kingsley Egbukole 16 October 2019

Beautiful poem. Love it. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole

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