Tuesday, August 9, 2016

The Flowers Were Plucked Comments

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At the age of 30 his dreams were falling in place
A daddy's title he was enthroned
He lived not to be called uncle in life
that fateful night
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Rose Kanana
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Unnikrishnan E S 21 November 2016

The agony that death of a near causes!

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Ruth Nyokabi 08 September 2016

Death respects none....i feel the poetess agony.Death marks a turning point for all, ruins relations and even barters the future.

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James Mwenda 06 September 2016

Sad sad loss of loved ones.Its good to celebrate them.Thanks for sharing Rose.

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Collins Waswa 24 August 2016

Death is cruel, thanks for sharing the feelings of the fallen loved ones.

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 August 2016

Life and death! Death plucks the best. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Charity Karimi 11 August 2016

very inspiring dear I greatly love this.I can greatly feel it.

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Charity Karimi 11 August 2016

Farewell indeed very inspirative I kan feel it.Great job there I love it

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Rose Kanana

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