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My Players

Rating: 5.0

Props scatter upon life's stage.
Images abound into parts.
Rigid fusions gather songs.
Wayward players dance long.
Callings cry for action.
Enveloped illusions churn.
Time metronomes frozen hearts.
The audience rigid stares.
Pawns positioned for direction.
So, life's stage abounds.

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enveloped illusion churn is into nothing....lovely and concised life

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rago rago 25 June 2009

the movements of chess.and the life too so is true......... spell bound write...

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This is very cleverly crafted with great imagery. 10 Karin Anderson

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Ashraful Musaddeq 26 June 2009

Marvelous composition,10+++

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Carol Gall 25 June 2009

like this good imagination

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Ejaz Khan 25 June 2009

A great write Joe! Nice imagery and beautiful metaphors.

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Surya . 25 June 2009

what a great poem. wonderfully conceived and played voted10 surya

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