Friday, January 2, 2015

My Love's World Is Wrong Comments

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Rough wind, that moans loud; my heart filled with doubt
When grief overwhelm me; it is too sad for a mirth or a happy song;
Wild whirling wind, when white sullen cloud
Knells at tempest all the night long;
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 02 January 2015

Nice poem... Word carries meaning with substance Lovely is not only destiny but chance too

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