Sunday, January 30, 2005

Heritage Comments

Rating: 3.5

Beneath the pale glow of a sky choked with clouds
where moonlight seemed merely suggestion,
Three of us walked through the wind’s muted rush
Under branches we’d climbed long ago.
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James Atkins
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Aram Stefanian 09 February 2005

Nice piece of verse! Keep writing! Best wishes

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Poetry Hound 01 February 2005

Feels like a great opening of a movie. And then it ends abrubtly before it got going!

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