Saturday, March 26, 2011

Wrathful Winter Comments

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Burn away now, sweetest angel of sun,
for our love turned into memory
I reached your core; it dry and cold
with no forgiveness in its immensity.
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Agatha Eliza
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Edward Kofi Louis 25 March 2016

Seclution! Sleepless nights; love and pain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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nice poem, enjoyed the language and style, great word imagery as well.

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Agatha Eliza

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