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Boundless Pastures

Boundless pastures, velvety green, Between the forests there; Sheep and shepherds, gujjars and buffalos, Present a heaven’s scene: Scarcely seen—in fog. Sad soul! How benevolent is life there And how hard in real.

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Date: 1/15/2014 1:05:00 AM
Welcome to the Soup Fayaz. I enjoyed perusing your debut poem here.
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Date: 1/14/2014 2:00:00 PM
Fayaz , Your first poem on the soup is excellent for the readers!! Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best when it comes to your poems. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here. Starting with me. SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you like. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND". Skat
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Date: 1/14/2014 10:31:00 AM
- Warm welcome to PoetrySoup, Fayaz- I choose your first lovely written poem and hope you will write many more in the future - Hope you will be satisfied with our "soup family" - we are many .. but has plenty of room for you too- PoetrySoup Rule1: Be kind and keep PoetrySoup a haven. PoetrySoup is a drama free zone(Comment on the poetry of others and they will comment on yours.) Thank you posted your words and thoughts here, I want to come back to read more another day. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 1/14/2014 9:29:00 AM
Fayaz, a very deep meaning and poem... , A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. Hope to hear from you soon. You will enjoy the community, we are one big happy family. (Drama & Love. LOL) ~ Take Care!! From: your new poet friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Fayaz Bhat
Date: 1/26/2014 10:29:00 AM
Thanks Linda for your appreciation..thanks

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