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Evening On the Pier-Win

Fireworks at the old pier on the fourth of July spell it with red wheels high Rundle and rung. They sparkle in the air touch the water and quit rockets make flight and split in gold and blue I sit lone with the past alone with her spirit by the sea, the waves bit On the old pier +++++++ July 11, 2014 Form: Abhanga (Marathi -6, 6, 6, 4, with lines 2 and 3 rhyming) Dr. Ram Mehta Third Place winner Contest; On the Pier by nette onclaud

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Date: 7/15/2014 6:50:00 AM
such an emotive write, dr.ram... this deserves a fine win in my contest... i will include this poem on the list as soon as TPS restores its system...sweet congrats and huggs
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Date: 7/14/2014 5:49:00 AM
I like this one a lot, Dr. Ram. I believe the spirit can be as strong as a physical presence. Those fireworks were not observed alone. Great image, my friend.... Robert.
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Date: 7/13/2014 12:18:00 AM
this is quite good , especially the last part, how you mixed in the sad nostalgia and the interesting image of the waves bit the old pier. Hope it does very well in her contest for ya.
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Date: 7/11/2014 11:27:00 AM
- Lonely in a beautiful poem - Good luck in the contest, Dr. Ram :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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