Sunday, October 28, 2012

Glimpse Of A Graveyard Comments

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A wild alienated piece of land,
Neither grand, nor bland.

Even though roses and myrtles grow on this heath,
Clung in the air, is the fragrance of death.
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Raihana Abdul Jabbar
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Jahan Zeb 04 November 2012

I like the idea. Death can not be avoided. You get good themes for your message through poems. Keep it up. They welcomed me warmhearted, 'Never fear death, fear God', they sighed................................... Awesome

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Dave Walker 28 October 2012

A fantastic poem, a great write, like it.

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