Sunday, March 7, 2010

Confession Comments

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Your truth burns my lips, so I take little sips,
gradually, by degrees, coming to grips.
Holy Water from your faucet drips.
Like lies from lips,
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Rita Cerniglia
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Vinod Kumar 13 March 2010

Honoured the honest confession......Good lines,10+

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Siddharth Singh 12 March 2010

This one leaves me amazed. Brilliant to say the least.

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Kim Davies 07 March 2010

Wow, such a powerful poem. So few words yet speaks volumes.

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Rita Cerniglia

Rita Cerniglia

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