Saturday, December 27, 2008

In Memories Retrieving – Sonnet Comments

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I walked through the wasteland of frosty field
To find only a silvery rose of cold
Its buds where many and some were still sealed
And thorns of its rime where still icy to hold
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Peter S. Quinn
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Bonnie Collins 27 December 2008

Written very gently with a hue of sadness.. Your imagery is absoluty beautifull and penned with much gentleness.... Bonnie

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