Friday, January 7, 2011

River Birds Comments

Rating: 5.0

As the sun shines upon an empty glass
The moon counts the hour pass
Birds sing a sadly melody to the sky
A song the slowly starts to die
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Tom Buthkil
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Jean Dament 07 January 2011

A lovely poem that has great imagery & flow. Even though it's a sad lament it is well written. I gave it a 10. Spiritsong

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