Thursday, December 17, 2015

Darkest Hour Comments

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When the world falls apart
I feel it shaking beneath my feet
Like an open window with a wild draft
Yet I feel as though it has never been so sweet.
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Tessa Marsland Pettigrove
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Nosheen Irfan 17 December 2015

Good read. A sense of loss prevails in the poem which i'm sure will be felt more intensely as you add more to it.

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