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Sheldon Allen Saluta
Davao City

Wanton Profusion Of Life

Rating: 5.0
Standing in the middle of nowhere
I should have to blare
To emancipate the pains inside of me
And move freely, facing the sun with glee

Standing in the middle of sorrow
The road is narrow
But I have to across the ocean of mist
To have a great resemblance of main list

Walking in the milieu of wonder
I found my mender
Reforms and heals the wounds that once been cajoled
Living again, feeling like a new hole

Walking in the milieu of greatness
I feel like I’m blessed
From the storms that came to my life, but I’m here
Writing this poem with gratitude, not mere
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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COMMENTS
Lydia Wijnerman 14 April 2010
Nice but a bit melancholic. But we must admit that it is the truth of life sometimes. God bless you.
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Tanner Geldart 11 April 2010
I get from this that every life has joy and sorrow but you should focus on the joy over sorrow... Good write
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Sandra Martyres 11 April 2010
A good write Sheldon, you bring out the difficult situations very well in this well crafted piece on the profusion of life..Thanks for inviting me to read your work
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awwww.... so good... love it
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Kranthi Pothineni 06 April 2010
Lovely piece.It truly speaks about the truth of life. Keep writing.
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Eyan Desir 05 April 2010
Very nice it was a pleasure to read
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a wonderful write. you maintained the form and you gave a good poem
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Fay Slimm 04 April 2010
This describes well the profusion life can present Sheldon and you have, expecially in the first two verses, captured that feel of angst when there becomes too much of too much. Well written insightful piece.
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Almedia Knight-Oliver 04 April 2010
A poem that speaks to the complexity of life's circumstances that one has to endure or overcoming....learn to change the things that's worth changing or learn to adjust self to the unchanged. I like the poem Sheldon -this 10
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May Witwit 04 April 2010
I think its good. Time does heal the wounds but we have no patience. When we look back at the old scars memories are revived and sometimes painful all over again. Thanks for sharing
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