Friday, November 20, 2009

The Garden Comments

Rating: 5.0

I have invented fine garden of grief,
But there true flowers blossomed...
From tears has raged pure azure lake,
Precisely such colour, as your eyes like
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Tsira Gogeshvili
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Ramin Chaman 30 November 2009

when the morning breeze entered the /garden/ as a nurse of the rose.. find a sunny face and shelter of the rose 10 + for your nice poems...

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David Harris 22 November 2009

Tsira, this is a sad one, but always remember the place they have gone to holds no harm for them there. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David

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Daniel Kempson 20 November 2009

Unfortunately Tsira there are too many gardens of grief in this world, sad but 10 my friend

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Fay Slimm 20 November 2009

A solemn title and a verse to match Tsira - - but a poetic invention I hope - - a fine verse.....10 + + + Fay

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Kranthi Pothineni 20 November 2009

Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.

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Sandra Fowler 20 November 2009

Your refrain carries the music of grief. Very lovely, Tsira. Always your friend, Sandra

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 20 November 2009

A Sad one Tsira, remember him not in a garden of grief, but one of love, im sure he looks down on his flower on earth from above.. Andy 10

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