Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Dying Ant Comments

Rating: 5.0

One morning a little black ant lay prostrate;
On the upper side of a fallen big log.
At last it'd found favour in the eye of fate;
Getting such a warm place in the midst of a fog.
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Kuda Bondamakara
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Tom Allport 12 August 2017

a poem with a message to us all of don't get to comfortable in one place because things are never what they seem? ..............well written

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Tinashe Mupedzapasi 05 April 2017

Well...nice poem bro, so touching and well written.

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Tinashe Mupedzapasi 05 April 2017

Well...this is a touching poem bro, well written, beautiful rhyms

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