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Another Crude Attempt At Shape Poetry

When hope in everything else is lost, that is when we look for miracles. for hiding the ever flowing tears, the thundering rain to drench. To overwhelm a broken soul, we wish for a wounded leg. Train ourselves to smile, at the face of trouble. A wandering saint! from possession, -Ravi from emotions, we walk away. Not to own, anything, we sail. faith! lost in 1

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Date: 9/21/2015 7:29:00 AM
Thank you for posting such an inspirational poem, I am indeed very moved. I hope you're okay with the fact that I've used this poem for my school project. You are one very profound man.
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Ravi Kiran
Date: 9/21/2015 6:30:00 PM
Please also do check my poem 'you first'. it is another shape poetry. I would love your input...
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Ravi Kiran
Date: 9/21/2015 6:29:00 PM
Thank you very much, hope the kids liked it. The title in the same font as the poem's can form the first line for the poem and still preserve the shape. If you don't mind can I ask the pointers that you gave to the students from this poem....

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