Thursday, January 19, 2017

Planets Of The Peacocks Comments

Rating: 5.0

The song resumes and we must yield to love.
You know the rest, sweet Lady tenderness,
We orbit you, compelling femaleness,
We spin, by gravity compelled to move
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Tom Billsborough
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Dimitrios Galanis 18 January 2020

...Our brilliant feathers fanning in charade Our timorous egos wishing not to lose...idea so well rendered

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Kumarmani Mahakul 19 January 2017

Sweet tenderness moves here with flow of spinning love songs. Very wise and interesting poem is drafted here.10

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Tom Billsborough 19 January 2017

Yes, we find true enchantment in the flow of these songs, usually special to ourselves. Thank you Kumarmani.

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Tom Billsborough

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