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JENIE FRANKSAY

Rookie (07 august 1996 / samastipur)

Moonlit night


The moon is up there.
Shining so bright.
I just stand and stare
such a beautiful sight.

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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  • Freshman - 2,067 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (3/8/2014 9:56:00 AM)

    I like the inspiration standing aside to this beautiful piece of poem. i can also imagine the sight that led you to the thought, dream big princess. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anamika Jalan (7/29/2013 6:13:00 AM)

    MASSES

    AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and
    red crag and was amazed;
    On the beach where the long push under the endless tide
    maneuvers, I stood silent;
    Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant
    over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts.
    Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers,
    mothers lifting their children- these all I
    touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them.
    And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions
    of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than
    crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the
    darkness of night- and all broken, humble ruins of nations. (Report) Reply

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