Sunday, July 31, 2011

confession

confession is all:
it is what my poetry is,
and that is my life.
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12 comments:

  1. PremIAugust 1, 2011 at 8:13 AM

    Life is as beautiful as a poetry as of your haiku.
    Nice thought!

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  2. ScarletAugust 1, 2011 at 8:14 AM

    and so it is ~

    lovely haiku~

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  3. AnonymousAugust 1, 2011 at 1:20 PM

    very true for all poets! lovely haiku! ♥

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  4. NankaAugust 2, 2011 at 2:17 AM

    A bold and confident confession!! :)

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  5. tharangniAugust 2, 2011 at 6:09 AM

    nice! so simple yet effective! ;)

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  6. AnonymousAugust 2, 2011 at 6:19 PM

    Our work is an extension of therapy -- often a cathartic one! Great job!!

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  7. The Write GirlAugust 2, 2011 at 6:35 PM

    Confessing through poetry and writing can be so liberating. Thanks for the beautiful haiku.

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  8. DishiliciousAugust 2, 2011 at 10:12 PM

    well said in such simple words :)

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  9. SayaAugust 3, 2011 at 4:17 AM

    Very simple and yet a great write...:)
    http://sandhyaguptamp.blogspot.com/2011/08/confession.html

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  10. Magical Mystical TeacherAugust 3, 2011 at 7:20 PM

    It's hard to hide much if you're a poet!

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  11. Vinay Leo R.August 6, 2011 at 12:47 AM

    Yeah, I can relate to this :)

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  12. totomaiAugust 7, 2011 at 4:37 AM

    what a real confession that is :-)

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