Tuesday, August 17, 2021

My Church Comments

Rating: 5.0

My Church, is a meadow of emerald
Gleaming with the nectar of foliage
bathing my eyes with wild lime delight
I tread in worship down isles of grass
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Kevin Patrick
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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 19 August 2021

Church is nature and heaven her womb! Marvellous poem Kevin.5 stars

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 19 August 2021

Elms, birches and maple trees that shade the church gives the poem an exotic feel.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 18 August 2021

Excellent poem! 5 Stars full

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Unnikrishnan E S 18 August 2021

" That raise as the steeples in arches of branches Of wood that no human craftsmen could carve ". Very true such arches and shapes, only the Supreme Craftsman could carve. Wonderful. Full score and onto myfav

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Unnikrishnan E S 18 August 2021

Lovely poem. On nature and it's beauty. A bouquet of flowers at the altar of Goddess Nature. "

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Dr Dillip K Swain 18 August 2021

I love that emerald because green is my star colour

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 18 August 2021

I thought the last line was beautiful Bravo!

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