Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Twilight Time Comments

Rating: 5.0

Beat your fevered wings blackbird,
Ravin, not by choice or birth, blackened;
Not by fire, or ruddy flame,
Have you come oh ancient minister
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Shannon Walker
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Luo Zhihai 28 September 2017

Thank you! Your poem give us a beautiful picture about light, lightning, dream.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 September 2017

Yet, what could you do? You're just like me, a mist, A vapor if you will. Am I to tremble in fear? Fear what? Old magicians never die; They just reappear... soul is immortal and it never die. A poem on philosophical base has been nicely and deeply painted. Thanks a lot.

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Rebecca Navarre 06 August 2017

Wow! ! ! ! ! A Very Deep And Powerful Poem! ! ! ! ! Much Beauty In These Mysterious Thoughts Shown! ! ! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Many 10S! ! ! ! ! +++++

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Captain Cur 03 August 2017

Loved the ending! Will our memories haunt us in the grave? Have we been here before? I agree with your response to Robert's comment. Memories are like vapors.

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