A Poem by Suhd

On a fine wintery morning

The glare of thousand lenses was on her face
with warm patronus flashing flash flashing
from beyond the yellow dusty dancing leaves
As she sprawled on her chair in fair haze
Ah! Such stardom.

© 2017 Suhd

Believe It Or Not Believe It Or Not
This is my first attempt at slam poetry, and I'm excited to film a performance of this piece over the coming day.
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Really glorious work... you share much with such few words.

Posted 6 Months Ago

this has it all.
especially ''the glare of thousand lenses was on her face''

Posted 6 Months Ago


6 Months Ago

Thank you so much !
Wajiha Nayeem

6 Months Ago

that's my pleasure.keep writing
I liked the image you painted. Short and captures the moment precisely.
Well done :)

Posted 6 Months Ago


6 Months Ago

Thanks much :)

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3 Reviews
Added on March 19, 2017
Last Updated on March 19, 2017



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