Sore Of Shore Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

Sore Of Shore

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Thrash not the lash more and more
As the stars stare at the sore of shore
To hear the whispers of vespers pour-
Might in the delight of the quiet night
To fill the bowl of my soul with light

Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: light
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hans Vr 15 March 2013

good one, Vipins. Keep writin, my friend.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 24 January 2013

Enlightened when the bowl of the soul is filled with light! Beautiful!

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