Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Soften The Pain Comments

Rating: 4.5

The clouds lie still for a moment,
Their edges blurred and mottled
And their depth unfathomable;
The telegraph wires twitch in the breeze
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Paul Reed
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Anil Kumar Panda 08 January 2020

When mind is gripped by fear such thoughts come into it. Nicely crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Paul Reed 09 January 2020

Thank you so much for commenting Anil

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Kingsley Egbukole 08 January 2020

Fear creates anxiety. The weather is not Clement....10.

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Paul Reed 09 January 2020

Thank you so much for commenting Kingsley

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