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Harmony

Rating: 3.6

In midst of waves, there are the silver beads
And scraped by time paints of the white enamel …
I so like the morns which autumn breeds,
For their caress, so short and so gentle.

And I do like the foam on the shore,
When it again is whitening in mire,
And, greedy, I am hiding here a store
Of hazy days, while skies are full of fire.

But somewhere there, they’re roaming in flame,
The same ones as I am, without name and number,
And somebody’s young being – just the same –
Instead of me, is ceasing in sad amber.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shah Surja 24 November 2015

Beautiful...........

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Paresh Chakra 12 December 2018

Harmony is a very beautiful poem

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Susan Williams 24 November 2015

There are incredibly beautiful lines in this, but there are terribly awkward lines that I have to believe occurred during translation,

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M Asim Nehal 24 November 2015

But somewhere there, they’re roaming in flame, The same ones as I am, without name and number, And somebody’s young being – just the same – Instead of me, is ceasing in sad amber. Superb lines....Speechless

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Rajnish Manga 24 November 2015

A beautiful poem full of nostalgic flavour. Enjoyed reading it. I am hiding here a store Of hazy days, while skies are full of fire.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 November 2015

Beautiful and melodious write with flowing emotions. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points

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