Monday, April 20, 2009

* Mute Comments

Rating: 3.1

Brittle hair prickling my nose
Breathing in my ear, deep
Resting a left leg on my hip
You lay lost to the world
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Deva De Silva
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Patti Masterman 07 November 2012

This makes me feel very calm, and it makes the world feel like a tapestry, I think it is good writing.

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Kesav Easwaran 25 April 2009

excellent imageries and a surprising ending i liked...well you caught me off guard by your skillful write, Deva...10

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Sandra Fowler 22 April 2009

Wonderful moonlit imagery. Very beautiful, Deva. A mother and a poet, a very appealing combination. Love, Sandra

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Keith Parsons 20 April 2009

Very nice...I like the way the poem flows.

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Fiona Davidson 20 April 2009

Beautiful poem for your child Deva....enchanting images....Fi 10+++

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