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Did pencils ever write
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If love is broken and affection fades, even if only temporarily, we mortals are doomed with empty sky. Unwritten papers and feel everything in deep gloom. That’s true Love. Beautiful writ sir thank you for sharing
Beautiful dream where canvas remain empty of colors. A rosy dream where where the night falls in a rosy faint, and snow like a' ruby 'drops....Yes, sometimes we miss our title song. Beautiful flow of words. Interesting write. Loved reading it.
Did pencils ever write? Did paint ever portray? a rosy garden where roses fall silent In the morning of singing song, whistling birds Wonderful Lines dear Sir, In depth in thought and I enjoyed the beauty of this write up!
a rosy garden where roses fall silent at the gaze of the moon, where the night falls in a rosy faint, and snow like a' ruby 'drops.... Beautiful.....10
Thampi, your poetry is so very deep, interestingly keeps the reader's attention. I mostly enjoyed the last three verses of this poem, 'A Rosy Dream.'. Your words seem to flow so easily, so effortlessly yet with such overwhelming impact... Beautifully done.
Did paint ever portray unspoilt canvas empty hands idle colours rest .......... how beautiful! Very beautifully done!
Very nice it lulled me into pleasure, that's to way to write, I shall dream tonight...regards
't the gaze of the moon, where the night falls in a rosy faint, and snow like a' ruby 'drops' RAB
I enjoyed your play on words in the poem A Rosy Dream. It was quite lovely.
This morning of our affection we spill our emotions Rachel Ann Butler
wonderful... nice thoughts... lovely lines...a brilliant piece... 10+++ lovelots, Maia
A poem to read several times to catch that unique mysterious flavour you create by words.Thanks, good job. Best wishes. A.
sure poet...this poem's gonna make a difference for me today...its soooooooooooo beautiful......
Wonderful job is done. A beautiful poem with nice imagery. I love it.
Wow, this is beautiful and yet it makes me sad... but that is the whole beauty in it.
A fragmentary poem on love that has a dreamy quality to it! Like a dream that has no logical sequence, your poem presents some scattered pictures..... an empty canvas, colors, rose garden, empty streets and the lovers walking over the sandy shore! If they can be connected, it will make a great poem!