Saturday, April 9, 2016

Madness Brewed At Night Comments

Rating: 5.0

Through the glass doors, I watch
the sun go down
I sit afraid to move, to lay
my tired legs on the soft waiting bed
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Birgitta Abimbola Heikka
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Edward Kofi Louis 12 November 2016

Illusion. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Birgitta Abimbola Heikka 09 April 2016

Thank you Sumit and Gajanan for you nice comments.

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Sumit Ganguly 09 April 2016

Darkness swallows the earth, turmoil envelopes the earth. Fear is our only possession. Ultimately day comes when these seem to be nightmares. Beautiful.10

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Thank you for your nice comment

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Gajanan Mishra 09 April 2016

fast and faster they swim..meaningful.

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Birgitta Abimbola Heikka

Birgitta Abimbola Heikka

Lagos, Nigeria
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