Saturday, December 17, 2016

Wild Rose Comments

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The wind is quiet, wearily quiet this evening,
(and they say that winds do not age)
and I,
I am fondling the wild rose
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Walter W. Safar
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Luz Hanaii 10 April 2019

(I shall see your tear on the trembling face of the wild rose, the same tear that was conceived in your dear, warm eyes when I first kissed you.) Beautiful work, much enjoyed!

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 December 2016

With those wonderful young nights! ! Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 18 December 2016

The poetry about the wild rose and its decay represents the life itself that I think, and this poem is a little philosophical one in my thoughts.

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