Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Shadow Comments

Rating: 4.9

The sun shone through the leaves,
Casting shadows on the lawn
Following my love's death
I became quiet and withdrawn
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PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE
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Subbaraman N V 29 November 2008

Absolutely poignant! Thanks for sharing!

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Natasha Stubbs-Ennis 16 October 2008

This poem brings out the loss of life, a very good poem and a very good description of the emotion

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Hamed Pooyan 13 October 2008

excellent! when you born in shiraz you could say as this poem! pelase tell more poem...

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Tsira Goge 07 October 2008

Beauty of grief... 10... Tsira

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Dorothy- A. Holmes 06 October 2008

Such a lovely poem... Oh heart so pained, spring and love will come again! Dorothy

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so wonderfully sad....

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Catherine Rica Cosico 18 June 2008

Lovely as it is....well done! ! ! Cate

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~ Jon London ~ 18 June 2008

Beautifully expressed Persian my friend......heart felt and tenderly penned best wishes Jon

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Andre Lopez 17 June 2008

good poem love i love it

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Jeannie Ann Clark 17 June 2008

'...casting shadows on the lawn....I became...withdrawn...'; the feeling of mourning is clearly express. Good writing, thank you. With respect, Jeannie.

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Flora Gillingham 17 June 2008

But the dawn always does follow the darkest hour. Take heart. A pleasing, even if sad, poem. Fx

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Thad Wilk 17 June 2008

Poignant captivating and gracefully written, a pleasure to read! *10*! Friend Thad

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... ... 17 June 2008

All I can say is that there's no poet I like than you. Very nice work.

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Rani Turton 17 June 2008

A beautiful, elegant, sad poem. Thanks Nighingale.

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Lynda Robson 17 June 2008

Hauntingly beautiful as all your poetry is, and so full of wisdom, thanks, Lynda xx *10*

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Sarah Abdullah 17 June 2008

it's Really Really Good one I loved it thx for sharing ^_^

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Rema Prasanna 17 June 2008

Wisdom of life in those lines.. I can call it a small wonder signitficant write 10

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M M 17 June 2008

Hope itself is in enfolded into the darkest hour... When you miss you life's reason, it is still somewhere in you, to be found as the sun rises... A beautiful sad poem..

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