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Her Sixth Sense

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You were a pink rose when you were born,
she painted a fairy with a bouquet of pink roses,
but when she smelled a pink rose she cried,
her painting lacked sweet fragrance of a rose
and when the winds waived a branch with the roses,
she cried again, her painting lacked the music
that was created by touch of the naughty winds
a kiss that wasn't seen still its sound was heard.
She decided not to paint anymore
as her painting was far from the realities of life.
But then her sixth sense inspired her for another painting
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Saturday, April 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: terror
Edward Kofi Louis 25 April 2017
Alas! She could have become a lovely artist! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Khalida Bano Ali 24 April 2017
Terrorism and extremism have already been a thread to humanity. Great message.
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Geetha Jayakumar 22 April 2017
Interesting poem with sad ending. A beautiful future was waiting for her. Unknowingly she portrayed her life in painting, which had such a disastrous ending....Loved reading it.
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