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Gone, are those weak thoughts. Returned, has that fire within me. Free, am I from those heavy rocks. Pointless, has been my stupidity. Up, is where I’ll be aiming. Down, ...

If this was indeed a true incident, then my condolences to the boy's family. You've made this poem in a sort of playful, yet factual and realistic tone. However, I ...

The arrangement is brilliant. The lyrics are really good. There is a nice rhythm to it and I don't sense any strain on any of the lines either. Awesome work. ...

I really like how the persona describes its anguish and how it needs to be set free of the bonds. A very nice and insightful poem with a lot of ...

Sown by the hands of the brave and the good, this tree proudly stands; its armour, its wood. Diverse in their direction the leaves branch out. As if harmoniously, in ...

This is such a powerful poem that just reached out to me from the screen and gave me a big smack on my face. I was expecting something totally different ...

Well, you definitely conveyed the message and I was really convinced you were actually talking to me there (I'm a little scared now). I like the powerful and dangerous tone ...

On first reading this poem I feel like there is nothing that needs to be changed at all. There is a really nice feeling to it and I can sense ...

Lovely pictures, Gee. Simple and beautiful. The bench is my favorite. hope to see more!

The poem sounds really tragic but endearing at the same time. I like the way you've put the anguish of the persona into perspective when it speaks about the treachery ...

Inspiring and with such simple use of language. Great work writing this. I loved it :)

Yup, one of my favorites from you!

Wow, great poem! A lovely story. Nice job Qara :)

On that cracked old bench we sat down our thoughts. My ears to your voice, and my eyes on you locked. Oh dear Bella, my senses you had so filled; ...