Friday, February 19, 2016

The Golden Gate Comments

Rating: 5.0

The air is chill, and the day grows late,
And the clouds come in through the Golden Gate:
Phantom fleets they seem to me,
From a shoreless and unsounded sea;
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Edward Pollock
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Chinedu Dike 07 March 2016

Piece of elegance, well articulated and subtly penned in poetic diction with spiritual insight. Lovely poem with good rhyme scheme written with conviction. Thanks for sharing Edward. Please read my poem COLOSSAL MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.

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Edward Pollock

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