Friday, March 30, 2018

Solace Comments

Rating: 3.8

O'er the approaching madness,

Was their worry alight,
By a sun ever creeping,
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Justin Long
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Bernard F. Asuncion 31 March 2018

Justin, such a lovely narrative👍👍👍

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Jazib Kamalvi 31 March 2018

A good start with a nice poem, Justin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 March 2018

Welcome to PoemHunter. Yes, nothing can be given to the past. Brilliant toughts always dwell in brain. We need to feel. Love constructs lovely values in mind. Love means to live and living means to love. This love connects us with God. While love is there in life we forget struggle and pain. This poem is excellently penned...10

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