Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Sunflowers Comments

Rating: 5.0

The blackbirds swooped in their customary jealous way, the Robin
Chirped before leaving for another year, and I patted
The well fed brown clay with my muddy boats.
I remember planting her in the spring hush just after the flakes stopped,
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James Fitzpatrick
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Akhtar Jawad 27 March 2015

Beautiful imagination flowing in charming words like a shot of a stylish batsman reaching the fence of hearts in a twinkling of eyes. A beautiful poem..................10

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James Fitzpatrick 27 March 2015

Thanks so much Akhtar

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Luo Zhihai 27 January 2015

This is a very sweet poem. I like it! And I would like to translate this poem into Chinese. Can I?

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Hazel Durham 08 January 2015

Stunning write with beautiful imagery, a heartfelt write!

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