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With Big Dash I am only Able to paint The sound of Of emptiness A brilliant poem.10/10 for certain. Yes, sometimes we are left with no choice but to paint the sound of emptiness.

From: Jessica Rust (United Kingdom ;) To: Wahab Abdul Date Time: 10/15/2013 1: 32: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Poem Information Hi, My name is Jessica Rust Im currently studying in London a Creative Digital Media course for one of our projects was I given your poem 'My book of my life' to research I was wondering if I would be able to ask you a few questions.. 1. How you got into poetry 2. When, where and why was My Book of My Life written? 3. How did this poem make you feel? Thank you Kind Regards

beautiful words and touching

I opened yr book of feeling - moved by yr raunchy, vivid imagination. A epoch-making verse! Thumbs up!

beautiful words painted by beautiful word...brilliant

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when hear the sound you will differ, , paint your dream? ? so i can give you one hint but not mine.. drawing a line between dots is the ugly game so when you finish you will be on hold the rest of your life cause image will appear before last line to get to the pint to see the picture so i never draw myself any line between two points as myself so salute and goodbye..

I loved it! ! ! Great job: D

you write of many beautiful colors of life. some bold some soft and lovely. putting them together it paints a lovely picture. very nice.

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he way you described your life of book this is really wonderful & unique. this is really a great work! : -)

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Bravo.... and thanxx fo sharing....

thanks for sharing this poem, Abdul...Yes, we poets are wordsmiths; we conjure up all sorts of images from our imagination and we express them through words...yet, words are words after all...in between there would be spaces, gaps of emptiness....

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