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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Ronald Smith 10 April 2006

very moody but deep and meanful poem.

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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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