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A View From My Mind

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Tinkled – the Sundays’ bells
Brought by the wings

Flown beyond the dodge palace
With Corelli and

Landed on Lido beach
To graph a new sound.

Cars violated the sight
And lit purple butterflies
Over the ocean candles

A woman dressed white
Kissed the sky
And her eye lifted
The sound to the bells’ ear

I returned to Venezia left the sound behind
And stopped at the Guardini de la biennale.

Gregorian hymn from San Marco
Dropped
Into the stream water in flame
Memory.

Purple rains unease
The air

Sundays
Died
In peace.
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Onelia Avelar 15 June 2008
I like the pirouette, which the words make here: 'Gregorian hymn from San Marco Dropped....(twist on the tiptoes) Into the stream water in flame Memory'.....(twist on the tiptoes again): well penned, with lightness
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Janri Gogeshvili 03 May 2008
Attractive and carrying away … somehow 'eloquent' fragments from a feature film …Thanks...
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Abha Sharma 30 April 2008
A nice poetic venture……with apt figures of speech, metaphors, allusions, her eye lifted The sound to the bells’ ear…very thoughtful metaphor making the scene sensuous, pictographic modern imagery…, no line is said directly but beautifully decorated in poetic diction…reminds me of the classical poetry…very well written
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Subbaraman N V 07 April 2008
'Sun days died in peace'- great expression!
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Tsira Goge 08 March 2008
'Purple rains unease The air Sundays Died In peace. ' YOU well draw words... (Venice is my weakness,) This is loveli and nice... Tsira
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