Saturday, July 19, 2008

The Blurred Mustang In My Foggy Dream Comments

Rating: 5.0

I do remember my art teacher a Belle
And really a Goddess; Her fallen hair reached the buttocks
Talking eyes and the pleasant smile that brings flux to a lonely heart.
Still it's a dilemma why she remained as a spinster?
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delilah contrapunctal 19 July 2008

Dear Nimal thankyou so much, my friend, for the dedication........I am honored....to be mentioned in such lovely and compassionately creative company...... as always, your beautiful and determined spirit shines through in this poem.... again...I welcome you to this land...you are a treasure and I am glad you are here.....anyone who has met you must see and feel just what an asset you are to wherever you may be...........may the blessings of hope, peace, safety and joy be yours and your family's........ Take care and be well..... Love, D.

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Sandra Fowler 19 July 2008

A poem of longing and nostalgia. I can feel your pain. Thank you for the dedication. It is a privilege to be your cyber friend. And thank you, too, for the quote from Tagore. It is a favorite of mine. Friends 4ever, Sandra

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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