Monday, July 29, 2013

Sonnet Ii Comments

Rating: 5.0

Seek me not but after every summer’s end;
Among withered flowers in meadow’s breeze and embers blend,
Behind the lonesome fog, my name wandered free
On all the reeks I left nothing, but painted glee
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Pradip Chattopadhyay 29 July 2013

brilliantly melodious, this yearning!

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Manonton Dalan 29 July 2013

i feel like i hearing you sing how beautiful.

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