Wednesday, June 17, 2015

To the Hudson Comments

Rating: 3.8

O RIVER! gently as a wayward child
I saw thee mid the moonlight hills at rest;
Capricious thing, with thine own beauty wild,
How didst thou still the throbbings of thy breast!
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Elizabeth Oakes Smith
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Chinedu Dike 27 June 2015

Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely penned with lovely rhyme scheme. A good piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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Allotey Abossey 17 June 2015

your poem is beautiful and so sweet. i love it my friend

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