Monday, November 9, 2009

When I Dreamed Comments

Rating: 5.0

The windows of my body slowly close,
Abandoned in a garden full of red rose,
Walking amidst gentle flowing stream,
Golden yellow cutting through sun beam.
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Prasad Natarajan
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Sylvia Frances Chan 01 September 2021

CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as The Poet Of The Day TODAY Monday 1 Sep 2021 No others space to inform you and that's why I write it here, just to INFORM you

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Sylvia Frances Chan 01 September 2021

5 Stars full for this nice rhymed poem, and so seet in rhythm.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 01 September 2021

In Dreams we speak all things we do not dare when being awaken, so very true!

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Dr.ram Mehta 01 January 2010

'Words not spoken, we spoke a lot it seemed, ' conveys everything

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Prince Obed de la Cruz 09 November 2009

nice write here........................

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Kranthi Pothineni 09 November 2009

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

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