Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Lost Childhood Comments

Rating: 2.3

Hills and dales of ancient land, bleak, barren and glaring
Where my thoughtless, happy hours beguiling childhood strayed,
How the sand with ages of patina on me is warring,
Howl, moan winds of the past above my tufted shade!
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Nero CaroZiv
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Ruta Mohapatra 18 July 2018

' just this sapphire eye of the sky'.......I like the way you play with words.

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Pawan chaudhary 16 November 2017

Very nice

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