Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Deaths Call Comments

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The silence, foreboding, discreetly sombre, an unmistakable vestige,
The scent of sweat, hospital food, permeates the passage,
Eyes averted, in timed succession, What do you know?
Tell me! Tell me! Tell me what you know?
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Nell Sheridan
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Naila Rais 08 May 2018

A great write.. Keep it up... You may like to read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila

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