Friday, January 3, 2003

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In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure.
The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure
And harked to me with smile -- without speed,
Along the ringing holes of the reed,
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Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 June 2017

May be, infatuation of an youth, marvelously portrayed.

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Joshua Adeyemi 18 June 2017

Filrty love........nice write up

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Anil Kumar Panda 18 June 2017

Nice poem with great flow and sweet rhyming. Enjoyed.

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Liza Sudina 18 June 2017

Superb, Peerless, genius! The best of all times!

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 June 2017

From morn till night! Thanks for sharing.

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Rajnish Manga 18 June 2017

True love is always blissful and divine- 'Rewarding me.... And filled the heart with holiness unceasing'. Great poem. Thanks for sharing.

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