Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Church Comments

Rating: 4.0

My heart is held in icy grip
A biting wind now takes my breath
Along the path I struggle and slip
Before me dance the wraiths of death.
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Brian P FitzGerald
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Efe Benjamin 19 September 2013

great piece, enjoyed every line, the intensity of death lurking, not even with the church, priest and prayers could it be subsided, shows the inevitability of death, lovely and inspiring poem

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Yong Son 19 September 2013

You had a visually vivid imagery, and the chilling touch of the church felt the goose bumps through my skin. Awesome job!

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Yong Son 19 September 2013

Very vivid images and haunting cold imageries. Great visual and good cold senses!

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