Monday, February 6, 2012
The Sons Of Fate Comments
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It the hour of Creation, with the molten form of Reality taking shape,
Seeing Chance of fulfilling its emptiness, Reason was born
For the empty grain of sand and thirsty dropp of clay
To suck the dry, soothing Breath blown into it.
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7/19/2025 1:28:41 PM # 1.0.0
What a nice poem is it! Nice words have been used in the poem. The quality of the poem is in its flow, the texture of the poem is knitted well, the theme is fantastic, a very good image has been created.The another quality of the poem is its mystic music. It is a great poem.I like the poem; I enjoyed it while reading too. I am giving you 100/100..Keep it up. And at last I like to thank you for sharing this superb poem among us.