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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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Critiques
mona
15 years 11 months ago
WOW,,,what a great poem
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
And poems…written in the
Arrow
15 years 11 months ago
I don't exactly know what this poem is about
barbsdad2003
15 years 11 months ago
Hey there!
raj
15 years 11 months ago
hello Whitetea
Esker
15 years 11 months ago
mmmm
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Wt