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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
12/28/2009 |
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This is beautiful poetry, Nadia. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Bernice Angoh |
6/2/2008 |
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Ah! this is beautiful poetry!!!!
"And in the tradition of Yeats
as the day slowly turned to sepia
...they talked of poetry"
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
5/28/2008 |
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You take the reader on a journey of poetic peace...outstanding imagery my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce B. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
3/15/2008 |
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One could say that down there they had another world at their feet.
August afternoons are the ones of transition, like the August month of man's age, just before the snow come and the school of minnows thoughts are encase by winter.
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
11/20/2007 |
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| uhm how did i miss this? cool refreshing nothing hard nothing forced it was as easy as sunday mornings after the rushing of church |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
11/11/2007 |
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Watching the day turn to sepia transforms this scene into an old photograph. Something one make keep as a souvenir of a given place and time or as a reminder of inspiration.
There are points in life where all the beauty, efforts and dreams seem to converge. This poem makes me think of such moments.
Very inspiring.
Grazie per questo regalo.
AXILEA
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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
1/20/2007 |
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This is such a nice view of poetry in thought, two glancing from a point of view and the reality of life...
nice.....Art Sun... |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
1/19/2007 |
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Nadia ...
I am glad that I found this poem. I had a clear vision of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer while reading, and also the wonder of the imagery you created wove itself into that little boy in me that refuses to die. Beautifully written.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg |
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