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Ken E Hall 16 November 2009

Hi Sasha just a few words to say you are a great funny witty clever meastro of the rhyming word a friend indeed......never the less I hope you have a yearning for learning so at your young age you get on in life so you earn plenty of loot for the young lady you will meet in the future all the best Ken e Hall PS I call you Sasha after our beautiful loving cat who would not put his claw to any dickie bird a male cat so loving now in heaven whose name is in yours

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Jasper Pane 25 September 2009

Shashendra... You have performed and incrediabl mariage of words and thoughts. You are truly a poet that reaches ones heart and soul. I wish you well. Jasper

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Jazz Annis 17 August 2009

Shan...such a great poet indeed...his voice it through his words...as he doesn't need to speak...the poems that he writes says it all! ! He's a wonderful person and truely an amazing friend...he's the best friend I could ever have... Lot's and lot's of love, =) Jaz

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Catrina Heart 27 July 2009

Mr. Shashendra Amalshan, a marvelous modern poet whom has the power to make his poem move, shout, cry, protest etc. His creative and innovative mind, his passion and dedication for writing is so uniquely fabulous that he can merge different ideas from cartoons, movies, songs and many more in his swift blinking thoughts. Reading his compositions is all enjoyable and worthwhile. A great modern poet! ! !

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A very well versed young poet.

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A Spirit's Return

……..'This is to be a mortal,
And seek the things beyond mortality!' ~ Manfred.

Thy voice prevails - dear friend, my gentle friend!
This long-shut heart for thee shall be unsealed,
And though thy soft eye mournfully will bend
Over the troubled stream, yet once revealed
Shall its freed waters flow; then rocks must close
For evermore, above their dark repose.

Come while the gorgeous mysteries of the sky
Fused in the crimson sea of sunset lie;
Come to the woods, where all strange wandering sound
Is mingled into harmony profound;
Where the leaves thrill with spirit, while the wind
Fills with a viewless being, unconfined,
The trembling reeds and fountains - our own dwell,
With its green dimness and AEolian breath,
Shall suit the unveiling of dark records well -
Hear me in tenderness and silent faith!

Thou knewest me not in life's fresh vernal morn -
I would thou hadst! - for then my heart on thine
Had poured a worthier love; now, all o'erworn
By its deep thirst for something too divine,
It hath but fitful music to bestow,
Echoes of harp-strings broken long ago.

Yet even in youth companionless I stood,


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