Saturday, February 9, 2019

So Much To Think Comments

Rating: 5.0

You swirl around
my poems to enter old nest.
I do not know how to pray.
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Satish Verma
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Ratnakar Mandlik 09 February 2019

Every December snow becomes a shroud. Intensity in the emotions flowing through the poem is simply touching. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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