Wednesday, August 6, 2008

.having Brought Again The Breath Comments

Rating: 5.0

One summer morning
I woke up with the dreams melted in my lap
The heat of the ire and the spite
had overheated the fire of the passion on me
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VILMA XELIN
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so suitably like teflon, cause nothing remains stuck! I sent mine some couple of million times to laundry of sanity; mine returned with all the taint and stain - some smearing some murk some memories spread too much! An excellent tour into the deep recesses of mind and heart

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Emancipation Planz 08 August 2008

Some memorable lines Vilma.. sand/glass... love the attitude to parasites.. overall enjoyed partaking in your summer's dream.. aroha xx

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Dr.subhendu Kar 06 August 2008

yet the thirst of summer cajoling the dream of blue rain cloud to sizzle over the mirth of grace emblazoned reasons and courses upon in continuum from time and space the dream of renaissance to the plexus in continuum the sensation of digressing the gleams tendered glow etching upon the bristling sands of time yet not illusion, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , yet wonderful imagery of love razzling over the wave of oceanic blue swaying over the swing of silence, ingeniously luscious green, earthly ire when melts, rhymes of unique genre over the lucidity, well penned 10+, thanks for sharing

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PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE 06 August 2008

'we know nothing, and we don’t care about it! ' knowing that we know nothing is a great knowledge....deep thought 10

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