Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Last Station Comments

Rating: 3.8

this must be the
last station
night rubs her pebbled palms
with needles of rain
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Shivangi Mariam 11 October 2016

My dear, in the perennial heat of this city, there exist no needles of rain to bring me some comfort. Only your absence to wring my eyes dry...it rains on my cheeks when I think of you.

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Akhtar Jawad 31 May 2014

an impressive poem. I liked it.

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