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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I love your imagery and the sentiments that they awaken within me as I read, Alan. Very nicely done; thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by The Poetess
|Such a sweet yearning!|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|A gentle and eye-catching poem ~ so many soft images filled with reflection.
|Reviewed by pat medlin
|what a beautiful piece...so lyrical so wistful. you used your words in such perfect harmony as to paint the scenes in my mind...wonderful write|
|Reviewed by Joel Sattler
|Sometimes I think poetry is the bane of existence.
Here is your's
as run through the cut-up engine:
of filters spills feel slanting
knows my the to it dancing,
on dewdrops sickle of like the Turning stars-
I And And warm feel warm the among dusky
for on Careless wind a
a soft across when I light for the spruce
Perfection it gentle light
the light when dawning the gentle
the you the Turning on sickle dancing,
you the the see for