Thursday, May 9, 2013

Mud Comments

Rating: 3.5

Blood is churning ever slow,
My impotent moan is growing tall.
Yet, lights and sound are deeply vibrant
In the clear mist of London air;
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Seer Garth
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David Wood 09 May 2013

A delightful poem about lifes struggle. Keep wtiting.

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Gajanan Mishra 09 May 2013

death is weaved throughout. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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