Friday, December 25, 2015

When I Die... Comments

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My strength slowly slips in slight movements
As time ticks turning the clocks small hands
Slowly, it gets harder to breathe
Slowly, I realise that
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Margot Leison
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Fabrizio Frosini 23 January 2016

I invite you to join our new editorial project: '' POETRY AGAINST INEQUALITY '' - DEADLINE: February 20; - 1 POEM (in English) of maximum 25 lines; - SUBJECT: 'INEQUALITY' as it is described in the OXFAM Report 2016 (released on Jan.18) . Cheers Fabrizio

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Rizwan Saleem 16 January 2016

A lovely poem, you have captured the melancholy beautifully.

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Dr Antony Theodore 26 December 2015

So don't weep at my bed, sweetheart So don't redden your face on my account, dearest So don't let me feel distress or pain, fair child, Lest that face be carved into my memories as I go onto eternity A lovely poem full of emotions. well expressed. it should never end in desperation. life should always glimmer in hope even in the last moments. thank you. tony

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Fidha Labeeb 26 December 2015

Thank you for your comment, sir!

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