A pebble of love
Thrown in the
Pond of heart
Creates a ripple
The ripple expands
And embraces
The heart of all
For, in no heart
Is the love imprisoned
But in love
Every hearts are contiguous
Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Reviewed by Michael Morash (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2003
Your portrayal of emotion is fantastic. Your words give a warm and calming place to be.
Bravo
Michael
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2003
Bless your heart! I loved this:
"For, in no heart --lovely use of the language--
Is the love imprisoned -- simple and damned powerful...
But in love--you finally give us our air to breathe back right here..
Every hearts are contiguous" --then you just suck all of the air right back out with this!
You make me shake my head in wow :) I love the way you love love. Nobody does it like you.
Sublime love. Big, free heart. You shower the community with lovely offerings. If everyone heeded the world would be a much better place. Thank you friend,
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Bravo
Michael
"For, in no heart --lovely use of the language--
Is the love imprisoned -- simple and damned powerful...
But in love--you finally give us our air to breathe back right here..
Every hearts are contiguous" --then you just suck all of the air right back out with this!
You make me shake my head in wow :) I love the way you love love. Nobody does it like you.
Thanks,
Emilie
Tarek
~Chrissie
because my words are always meaningless.
Great wrire as always!
Hugs and Luv,
Susan
Carmen
Picking Up pebbles for X-Mas!!
Love Tinka
Your the gem my friend, and your poetry is a byproduct of that.
Much blessings to you Bhuwan
Ch'erie
Blessings,
Libby
Hugs,
Tami