Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Beneath The Willow Tree Comments

Rating: 5.0

Free me as an exotic bird you've kept too long
and is beginning to pluck its own feathers
To the vast illusion that presses humanity's shoulders
Let me soar over shapeless musings that still clutch
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Charlotte Anna Witts
COMMENTS
Kee Thampi 27 February 2006

good and and best to read, talented

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Jaime Guerra 26 January 2006

'For as long as this cage traces my outline.' Thats a very beautiful image. I love the way the poem is like a mirror image of itself, very beautiful indeed.

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