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Cindy Kreiner Sera (2/6/2010 4:09:00 AM)
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On lowering days your words lift my soul, when reading at twilight, your softness removes daily stress and this we have till beyond the calendar - what a gift Sandra, Thank you - Awesome
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Mary Naylor (3/3/2009 5:14:00 AM)
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I hear music when I read this poem. It plays a sonata to the soul.
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premji premji (1/31/2009 5:09:00 AM)
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sandraji,
wonderful lines.....
reading you is such a beautiful experience
as images moves away like a movie.....
so powerful...intense...
i am wordless..........
thanks.............
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Jim Norausky (1/29/2009 8:26:00 PM)
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Beautiful poem. I admire your skill. Jim
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palas kumar ray (1/29/2009 1:22:00 PM)
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***__________________________________________________________________
In a lowering day when a divine heart reaches as high as the Heaven a soft poem
of this class is written on the canvass of abound sky with absolute reverie.
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Raveendran . (1/22/2009 12:14:00 PM)
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Your verse resounds -
Gray sounds lowering days, but the ancient bells sound, evoking memory and hope; the clouds are great image makers, those that weave intricate patterns are makers of wonderful imagery
-a lovely experience
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Ron Flowers (1/21/2009 5:40:00 AM)
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Your exquisite poem evokes so many feelings, Sandra. A little sadness, peacefullness, nostalgia... I especially love the last two lines. This one is a 10 for sure.
Have a wonderful day.
Ron
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Kesav Easwaran (1/21/2009 4:03:00 AM)
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Here the reader is able to feel the mute yet eloquent sadness filled in between the lines...pricks one’s inside yet creates no pain...gives the soothing feel of a thorn inside being sweetly removed...and the last two lines...just sweeping the reader mind, Sandra...beautiful and great is yours this write...10
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Uriah Hamilton (1/20/2009 6:38:00 PM)
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A powerful and beautiful poem.
what is more beautiful in sadness
than the fraility of humans,
especially poet humans.
Uriah
1-20-09
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Nimal Dunuhinga (1/20/2009 4:23:00 PM)
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The rare gifted music I hear from most of your poems and the true poet never gets old as same as the limitless sky?
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