Tuesday, March 17, 2009

When Perfection Weeps Comments

Rating: 5.0

The rain fell softly on arid plains, while rocks and mountains slumbered.
Petals opened and and fell, and became one with the dust
Clouds, storms, the primary elements and sunlight
Lightning to make the primeval soup just right.
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Rani Turton
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Kevin Wells 17 March 2009

I agree with Kesav. This is beautifully written and deeply thought about. I could talk to you for hours!

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Sandra Fowler 17 March 2009

Excellent title. And the content of your poem does not disappoint. It would indeed be wonderful if both rich and poor could look up at the same sky., Take care. And thank you for your lovely comment. Always your friend, Sandra

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