Sunday, June 16, 2013

The Rising Of The Lark Comments

Rating: 5.0

Night cast its cape aside and golden rays
Glanced across the early dawn,
A soft breeze rustled tired leaves
And began to melt the morning dew.
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David Wood
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Dr Dillip K Swain 05 November 2021

A soft breeze rustled tired leaves And began to melt the morning dew....I profusely admire the illustrious beauty of poetic expression. A wonderful poem dear poet.....5 stars.

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Shahzia Batool 17 June 2013

A perfect example of cadence, one can see the night's decline and the morning rise... very strong write! ! !

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Paul Brookes 17 June 2013

The pictures unfold cinematic and Technicolor Great journey BB: O)

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Valerie Dohren 16 June 2013

Beautiful, atmospheric poem, painting some lovely scenes. Very good David.

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Survi Sharma 16 June 2013

image created is awesome the perfect poem wid a perfect title what needs more from a poetry

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R.j. Wynn 16 June 2013

Another great one in the pocket eh!

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Farah Ilyas 16 June 2013

wao what a poem..nature start to move in front of my eyes..well done sir

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 16 June 2013

You put nature in front of the eyes and sounds ringing in the ears. Beautiful poem.

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Gajanan Mishra 16 June 2013

beautiful and lovely, thanks.

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