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I Still Wait

Because I still wait... 
To grow from my hand, 
My chest, my eyes, 
Three poems,with long legs, 
To amaze the death, when
Comes as a divinely guest to picking me, 
I who do not hold but  a name splinter with sins. 
...
I tighten  my grip,on my heart forks.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Sirak Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 6:46 AM
You found an amazing depth in brevity. Congrats on your win.
Nusairat Avatar
March 17, 2014 at 6:19 PM
Thank you Monterey Sirak .Appreciated
Andresen Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 7:21 AM
- Congratulations on your fine winning poem in Giorgio A.V. last contest, Fatima. - Have a nice weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Nusairat Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 6:36 PM
Thanks dear Anne the same to you :)
Mehta Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 5:41 AM
Congrats on the fine win in the contest Impress me IV, fatima
Nusairat Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 6:34 PM
Thank you dear Ram congrats to you too :)
A  Avatar
March 14, 2014 at 7:12 PM
Fatima, Congrats on Giorgio's contest... SKAT
Nusairat Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 6:33 PM
Thanks dear Skat, miss your presence
Callus Avatar
March 3, 2014 at 11:05 AM
Lovingly original...words fail me.
Nusairat Avatar
March 4, 2014 at 5:36 PM
Thank you Paul Calls you just make my day :)
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