Sunday, June 30, 2013

Dance Of The Faeries Comments

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I gaze out at the frosty winter scene from my little bubble of warmth,
The golden tint of morning touches skies of baby blue, framing trees and bushes wrapped in winter-white.
In my mind I see the faeries dance and fly amongst the trees,
A prayer that masquerades as song, is softly playing, and I fee
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Patrick William Kavanagh
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Dave Walker 30 June 2013

A great poem, like it.

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Michael Morgan 30 June 2013

Good phrasing, nice transitions and some rich ideas. MM

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