yassy in Poetry September 22, 2016 21 Words a storm brews sitting in solitude listening to the tempest raging in my heart as a storm brews over the Arabian Sea ShareTwitterLike Loading...
Once again in awe… such a beautiful poetry. Captivates fully. Beautifully. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
Ah, lovely. I like the contrast and love the verbs “sitting, listening and raging” brings texture and life to the image. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Excellent poem that screams for the broken meter and internal rhyme of the archaic English substitution of “the Sea of Araby” in the place of “the Arabian Sea”. Beautiful none the less. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
yaskhan 
Love the imagery. 🙂
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Thank ye
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❤️❤️❤️
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Once again in awe… such a beautiful poetry. Captivates fully. Beautifully.
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Thank you Poxy.
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a beautiful poetry.
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lovely….
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Thank you.
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You weaved words are beautiful 🙂
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Thank you Maryam
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Welcome 🙂
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Great imagery.. Yas
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Thank you Timi!
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😊😊
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Ah, lovely. I like the contrast and love the verbs “sitting, listening and raging” brings texture and life to the image.
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Thank you .
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Excellent poem that screams for the broken meter and internal rhyme of the archaic English substitution of “the Sea of Araby” in the place of “the Arabian Sea”. Beautiful none the less.
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Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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Thank you Grant
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