Monday, December 10, 2018

Between The First And Last Tear Comments

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Between the first and last tear on my mother's cheeks
I travelled half the world,
Like the wind following the call of distant solitudes,
I stagger down the road of dreams drunkenly,
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Walter W. Safar
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Adiela Akoo 16 January 2019

When they say that home is where you're happiest, Know that the dreamers' home is the human heart, God Almighty too seeks the human heart. Good crafting. Well done :)

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Unwritten Soul 13 December 2018

Beautiful...the opening is just carefully crafted, it has a great feeling...thanks dear

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Bharati Nayak 12 December 2018

Between the first and last tear on my mother's cheeks I travelled half the world, Like the wind following the call of distant solitudes, I stagger down the road of dreams drunkenly, - - - - - - - - - - - A magnificent write- - - -A dreamer's feeling so nicely expressed.

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Tom Billsborough 11 December 2018

Another fine poem. I find myself very much in touch with the rhythm of your verse and the rhythm of your thoughts. The yellow leaf on the breeze is a particularly beautiful image but it is also your handling of cadence I find so pleasing

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