Thursday, September 5, 2013

Old Wine Comments

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In the rush of new, old ones go dead
Ink dried up, their colors fade,
Poet, pause a while from the race of rhymes
To dig out the ones buried in olden times.
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Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Noreen Carden 05 September 2013

Hi Pradip this is a lovely poem and so true A days applause that staled into night is a great line Thank you for sharing this gem

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