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 =  One of Us...
Dely Cristian Marian
[25.Jan.13 01:26]
Dear Cristina-Monica,

I see the herald of pain clearly before sensing the balminess of poetry's garden. The song emphasis it all over. (it is now that I've realized that the opposite “B” of “Abba” stands for the never-ending symbol) And pardon me if wishing I knew what “your brothers” did.

It's late now but I like it and hope I'll say more. (I'm not leaving:)

Best wishes,

 =  dcm, none of my brothers
Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
[25.Jan.13 02:20]
You were maybe lost in transition. None of my brothers did something wrong to me or to my poems. I had no brothers in real life at all and in this poem only my humble poems are like my sons, a brotherhood of poems that were not good enough for others' tastes. Therefore you can find here the imaginary repentance of an innocent poem who is personified. The poem has a life of his own, he acts as if he were guilty towards me and towards other readers I failed to impress or attract.

 =  CMM
Veronica Vãleanu
[25.Jan.13 08:48]
Yes, it does have a life of its own.
It is a bold poem. and it resembles prayers so much.
amen to that, I will say - here is a little something that can accompany it in perfect harmony: an incantation sung by ...tina turner & friends.

 =  my muse
Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
[25.Jan.13 10:43]
Thanks Veronica. I never heard this song before. Now I realize that the poem can be interpreted as a dialogue between the poet and his muse. Like many other poets wrote. I this case I would have been the muse, addressing my complaints to the poet. But I should change a few lines. This time I will leave it like it is.

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