Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Mirror Comments

Rating: 5.0

Every morning every evening,
She stood, all alone,
In front of a mirror,
And combed her hair,
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Akhtar Jawad
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Khalid Saifullah 29 March 2017

A nice imagery...........................................................

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Dimitrios Galanis 25 December 2015

A human voice in front of a miracle of beauty.Astonished by the magie it sparkles!

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 30 August 2014

My mirror is the boy, I met yesterday! what a twist! and the poem is beautiful!

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* Sunprincess * 29 August 2014

..............your poem's imagery is perfectly described....and you painted the picture beautifully....

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Savita Tyagi 29 August 2014

A woman's beauty pleases a woman most. Of course boys have different angle! Lovely poem enjoyed it very much.

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Valsa George 29 August 2014

Your imagination is making a kick start! A real connosseur of beauty, I must say! The poem closes with some really interesting lines; She said to herself, It's not my mirror, It cannot speak, And, describe me, My mirror is the boy, I met yesterday! ...............Enjoyed! !

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Khalida Bano Ali 28 August 2014

A romantic and beautiful bitter truth.

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