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MOHAMMAD SKATI


A Piece Of A Masterpiece


A wonderful masterpiece of anything Reflects itself in a work of art or in Anything else people love for good only, His poem or her poem might be a great masterpiece That completes itself for itself and by itself Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, I read poems to a would-be poet (he or she) and I discover sometimes a piece of masterpiece in A real and wonderful masterpiece of one of the Poems written here, so no wonder if I say that There are great poets here and they pieces of masterpieces That deserve to be considered globally, A poem is a great work of art that delights us and Entertain us when we're unhappy and even when we're sad, so Some poets convey in a pretty way pretty feelings And emotions to elevate our emotions and feelings, A piece of a masterpiece might be elevated into A wonderful masterpiece merely by turning it Into a full masterpiece from a piece of masterpiece, so We all feel the greatness of anyone's pretty work.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 06, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, May 07, 2014

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