Monday, September 30, 2019

When Victory Comes Comments

Rating: 4.8

I touch the sun with my right hand.
I kiss the moon.
I rest my feet on this earth,
while the stars twinkle with my senses.
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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
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Anjandev Roy 15 May 2021

Sublime piece......like it.....thank u.

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Dr Antony Theodore 21 April 2020

I ride on a wild horse. I fly high with a kite. I roam from flower to flower with a buzzing bee and the nectar soothes my heart with heavenly sweetness. Beautiful poem. what a wonderful imagination my dear poetess. tony

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 20 February 2020

Verily, the wings of imagination are par excellence. Right description indeed.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 08 November 2019

I ride on a wild horse. I fly high with a kite.......wonderful imagination! A magnificent poem.....Top score!

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Chinedu Dike 31 October 2019

An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind.

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Frederick Kesner 14 October 2019

Soothing and fluid, with such ease, allows the reader with an unspoken invite to accompany its journey.

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Hans Vr 04 October 2019

Perception at it very highest, when we set free the deepest interior self. I loved to read it, my thoughts flew and rendered me a breeze of joy.

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Rus Mer 01 October 2019

I ride on a wild horse. I fly high with a kite. I roam from flower to flower with a buzzing bee and the nectar soothes my heart with heavenly sweetness.... so appealing imagery and sensuousness

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Bernard F. Asuncion 30 September 2019

Every poem penned in sweetness is like a sweet victory....10+++

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