Nuns Poem by Tan Pratonix
Nuns
The nuns in my fingers
Forever are smiling,
Not like the ones
That I see in a church,
Dignified, dour,
And sadly declining
In every requisite
Of mirth.
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Gina Onyemaechi
27 January 2006
I know why I like this: the happy start and then the quick, abrupt change in mood with its poignant description. There! Kind regards, Gina.
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9/18/2024 4:41:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very moody but deep and meanful poem.