Thursday, October 25, 2012

Painting Comments

Rating: 4.8

White over the blue, blue over the green
they covered the walls, I am surrounded in

thinner perfume caused a mental faint
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Zahra Shariat
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Unnikrishnan E S 05 September 2016

Hi Zahra, Really enchanting poem. While new paints are supposed make the walls more beautiful, what it actually does is this: Childish drawings died under paint. From the past, something was left there, that were the real decor of the wall. Sure, Zehra, the brush of painter someday was my hair! Loved reading. Fantastic write. Congrats and thanks for sharing. Do keep writing and sharing.

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Ellias Anderson Jr. 22 December 2015

Very beautiful and touching, thanks for sharing it

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Mehri Mehraban 24 June 2015

It's so great. I admire your talent

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Musfiq Us Shaleheen 13 July 2014

what makes me grew older... the past, the childhood and i painted my faded hair.... lovely write...so beautiful.. i touched it..

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Ramesh Rai 24 September 2013

A good flow of writing as if painted with colors of soul.

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Matt Mooney 14 July 2013

You and your room-a lovely poem.

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Saadat Tahir 29 December 2012

deep imersive lines....well conceived and nicley put

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Kelly Seale 18 November 2012

Zahra, Painting is in itself... A Masterpiece! Your words elicit emotions within me that not many have been able to achieve. I take my hat off for you Miss Zahra, and kiss your cheek, as my thank you for touching me... You are gifted and I so look forward from more words from you. Great Write! ; -) -Kelly.

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Nader Baheri 06 November 2012

really really brilliant one.i enjoyed the meaning behind it.our childhood which is forgotten, our paintings, oah how much i desire my childhood and my paintings... mercy bocu for sharing~nb

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Asif Andalib 05 November 2012

I enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry

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Karen Sinclair 05 November 2012

This means so much to me, the layers which express the intensity and involvement... the right here right now, where you stand and stare at your achievement and you cannot help smiling as you have left one tiny piece of that enthusiasm in time, a very real part of you....so symbolic...where sable and you mix....the word childish (to me) expresses our moment of escapism back to when we were free to paint beyond the eyes of those who smiled and said 'well done'.....hope you know what on earth im going on about but this has given me great encouragement to pick up my brushes again, so.....love it and tyvm

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Zahra Shariat 31 October 2012

Dear ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much.

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Brief but beautiful. Nice to note that poets like you are here to talk about stark realities.. All the best ahead Miss Zahra

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Jahan Zeb 31 October 2012

the brush of painter someday was my hair! Full of innocence. Good write

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Xelam Kan™ 30 October 2012

bezZaric and queer nice fusion......

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 25 October 2012

Very nice poem! I hope u like mine too.

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Ancita Michael 25 October 2012

nice one :) I really liked it

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Zahra Shariat

Zahra Shariat

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