Thursday, October 8, 2015

Indian Summer Comments

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Winter crops are arisen and green,
The sun spins its radiant thread,
I met Autumn, the Forty-Fifth,
so that the loyalty of love was kept.
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Liza Sud
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Margaret O Driscoll 28 February 2016

Beautiful lines, full of the richness of Autumn

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Kumarmani Mahakul 08 October 2015

And her fruits are so luscious, oh God! Beauty! And what a flavor? ! More expensive than diamonds - thanks, Love - a hundred times sweeter than honey............lovely and sweety. It is a beautiful and captivating poem thrillingly expressed.....10

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