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Rating: 3.2
Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,
Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?
What great melancholies were loosed among our swings!
As before a storm one hears the leaves whispering
And marks each small change in the atmosphere,
So was it then to overhear and to fear.

But all things then were oracle and secret.
Remember the night when, lost, returning, we turned back
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Savita Tyagi 25 February 2016
Beautiful poem even though dealing with dark phases of life.
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Darlan M Cunha 25 February 2016
An amazing poem. Congratulations.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 25 February 2016
Sadness has it's own beauty, of course. Beautiful expression. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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Edward Kofi Louis 25 February 2016
Our thoughts went with it! The river darkens and look bruised. Nice piece of work.
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Susan Williams 03 November 2015
There is no way I should call this beautiful yet it is full of beauty- painfully sad beauty
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