Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Embers Comments

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What do I have to give
But the ashes of my life?
Not I, the fresh cheek upon the hill;
Not I, the wind whipping, standing still;
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David McLansky
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Lawerence Mize 19 February 2014

Enjoyed the flow of this poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 19 February 2014

this poem is so hauntingly beautiful!

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Gajanan Mishra 19 February 2014

wreckage of life, good I like it.

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