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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india 
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Torn pages Torn pages from daily dreams and diaries. They are all scattered on the blue carpet. Pick up a piece and wet your palm The color of blue digs deep roots within. A Sunday is emptied out of an old box A treasure and a ghost roam and their sighs You can’t wipe, can’t wipe, from your fogging eyes. Time lays loose and you shut in the old box. |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
my dear friend, I love to read your poem. But tell me now, this one, why the first S and second s are related?  |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed The Read ARCTIC WIND |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Poddar, just discovered this gorgeous write from a few days ago. I am glad I found it, because it is very captivating indeed! love Margherita |
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