Monday, March 15, 2010

Love's Four Riddles Comments

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As the moon bleaches the night,
eyes tread the stark field that has
few remnant weeds, no seeds.
Clasping dry twigs, hands
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Ena Nin
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Manonton Dalan 15 March 2010

awesome... i could sense nature begging for relief. beautiful read. write some more. you're an outstanding writer in the making. thanks.md

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