I am the stain on the glass window
And the spilled ink on that canvas,
I am the squeaking sound at your front door
And every country on your atlas.
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and i am in love with your poetry.....i completely in love with this poem, but im not surprised that this one is great, you cant help yourself, amazing! ! !
...& Yes, I am! I am the myriad manners of misery's mode, the one that know's perspective. Um hmm, I am! .
a special poem Leslie! I liked it so much. supporting the way u think I must confess, me too I rather can call myself 'a bus that always late' than tell to the World how great I am. as sages told... 'u can be unfaithful to many ppl for a while or u can do it with few for really long time, but no one can deceive everyone always' once again thanks for the poem :)
through yourself you unfold the world beautifully...lovely idea
this is simple and simplicity is beauty...i like this, 'you are the poem that i always understood'...this is what i want to say for this whole poem...easy my friend, merry christmas...smileeeeee
Indeed a masterly poem… swinging and de-swinging push-pull Enjoyed very much Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10