Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Never Go Back Comments

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I crept along the silent streets, their familiarity painful and accusing.
Even in this darkness the sick worm of cowardice drives me to the shadows.
I know each brick, each door, each window pane,
We huddled in these doorways, to touch, to kiss, and to escape the rain.
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Owain Glyn
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Hazel Durham 09 December 2012

Brilliant with such memorable lines and striking imagery, I love revisiting old haunts but it can bring out feelings of regret, sadness and a chill of dark times! !

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Gajanan Mishra 20 November 2012

I slowly creep away. Thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comments Yours Gajanan Mishra

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