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End of Autumn...
Contributed by
3660Days
on
Monday, 29th December 2008 @ 10:48:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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the Indian bride came
cross moss-carpeted mud
and tangled-tree-vines,
with beads in her hair
and stars in her eyes,
took my hand
and said
I am Kuwanyauma
and you are Enkoodabaoo-
be brave, young warrior,
strong and valiant,
for soon you will see
how these northern winters come:
Fierce, cold,
and beautiful.
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2008-12-29 10:48:37]
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Re: End of Autumn...
(User Rating: 1 )
by anomalei on
Monday, 29th December 2008 @ 12:37:46 PM AEST
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i like this... interesting -
short sweet and simple.. yet so much was being said.
wonderful write
*Jemma- |
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Re: End of Autumn...
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by Loende on
Wednesday, 8th April 2009 @ 09:49:40 PM AEST
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It's a very simple piece. Clean. Bright. I really liked that it was a conversation and a slice of life. Nice job.
Be well,
~Loende |
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