Friday, June 12, 2009

The Riverside Comments

Rating: 5.0

the wind glides through her hair
as she neals down near the flowing river
her deep blue eyes tell the story of
what her mouth wont whisper
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melissa cundill
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Jaye Jacobs 27 June 2009

great poem. i really like it xxx

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Kee Thampi 15 June 2009

words filled with poetic images she is surrounded by pure grace. the trees whistle in a cool blowing breeze

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