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Jun 29, 2010
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Urdu
French is the Western language of love
you said
but to the East it could only be Urdu
you spelled it three times
for my clumsy ears
I arranged new patterns of letters
with each try
until the fourth bowed into place
and sailed that slimming shoreline
— whitetea, Jun 29, 2010
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mona
16 years ago
WOW,,,what a great poem
Kailashana
16 years ago
And poems…written in the
Arrow
16 years ago
I don't exactly know what this poem is about
barbsdad2003
16 years ago
Hey there!
raj
16 years ago
hello Whitetea
Esker
16 years ago
mmmm
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Wt
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