Thursday, September 7, 2006

Come To Me Comments

Rating: 5.0

Meet me at the park again,
On the sunrising side where we sat when,
My love was blooming, I sat there so unassuming,
The passersby had not a clue, of how I was adoring you,
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Vallerie Lobell
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Dr.subhendu Kar 18 May 2008

what a wonderful poem of love as pecan leaves turn the heart vto burn even the passers by didn`t know it when park was still packed by the lovers...............a unique imagery of dazzling with beauty by the colours, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing

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James B. Earley 09 April 2008

An excellent composition! I am sure you would enjoy Hazelmarie Elliott, especially 'Between The Now And Then.' Look forward to sharing more of your work! Thanks....

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PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE 10 February 2008

so beautiful.................

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Michael Gale 02 November 2006

Great poem. God bless all poets-MJG.

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Jolanta Gradowicz 08 October 2006

What a nice recollection of the past day. The autumn scenery fits here wonderfully. Fall is beautiful and colorful, but it is also a bit sad - exactly like the recollection of the feeling. Jolanta

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jack russell 15 September 2006

Love and its reflections...what would we do without it/them :) Written with feeling...hope it's still there! Pleased to make your acquaintance :) Jack.

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Gary Halsey 15 September 2006

Wow, what imagery! ! ! This piece was very well written. I especially liked the stanza where you said, and I quote 'Was the essence of your noble being, My eyes wide open yet not seeing, Past the place I'd seen you last, I knew then the die was cast, ' This was so profound in imagery as well as content....this was worth the experience to you if you can reflect that clearly. Well done, well written.

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Duncan Wyllie 13 September 2006

Beautiful flow and such a wonderful soft edge to this one Thankyou for shaing this Love duncan X

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Kee Thampi 11 September 2006

Meet me at the park again, On the sunrising side where we sat when, My love was blooming, I sat there so unassuming, The passersby had not a clue, of how I was adoring you, verse makes a new bloom of a cool ailing emotion in own mind, it dashing to a plummeting.....

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