East wind when it blows in my solace
I recall the laughter of your pretty face..
In the winter nights when the fog fell
I remember it was not so difficult to tell
I could speak out my heart fearlessly
Smile with my soul, so contentedly..
I wish I could turn back time and smile again
A smile that would not hold that piercing pain..
A light from the other side would give me hope
Green in the autumn, is my incomplete dope
In my heart is a fire, blazing wild and so deep
The road is long and for now I cannot sleep..
Overrated was the world, overrated love story
As my tears fall on this page fresh and free
Life was good when the rain was new
Now old are my days, and winters so blue..
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Beautiful
I can relate to this
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Lovely
You sing my pain, paint my sorrow!! Just wonderful!! Dont ever stop what you do!!!
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Well, my child, you still have that touch that gives you flawless rhyme and perfect pitch. My only concern is that you seem to be growing sadder and more disillusioned, like myself. There is not enough room for two of me, is there?
I wish this were not so. Maybe if I could send an angel or a flock of birds to sing you some happier songs, your heart would be lifted out of this cloud of anger and depression that seems to hold you in its grip. A tenebrous insanity, much like I have experienced in the past year or so of my inactivity.
I hope you are doing well in real life, dear one. I can't say that I am, but such is the story that I live.
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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This still shows your immaculate personality, I thought you should know. Mildly refreshing
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The sands of time always seem to vanish in the rain of life, don't they? Great work, Poet, keep it flowing...
Peace,
Cyn
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I have just one word : "BEAUTIFUL" !!!
I am reading this poem again and again, it's so touching, and so full of deep sorrow and awaiting hopes. I love it. Excellent work my dearest sis!
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A poem of quality, a reflective read, it seems to be filled with sadness and some regret, just my take on the words.
Regards.
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It's nice to read your teardrop kiss, I can still see your dreams penning through the mist. Such a wonderful poem such as this, my darling wifey, I pray your reality is your wish!
I love you, and thanks for sharing you my sweet loving princess.
Love your hubby, Timothy
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Thank you my darling
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OMGGGGGGG!! sehruu ur a starrrr!!! man these are TRUEEEE emotions n i can definitley,completley tell what ur going through may God shower his Blessings upon u ..i love uuuu ... stay this way
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This is so beautiful... I especially love the end and the line, "overrated love story." I think we can all relate to that.
It's good to see that you're still writing, too, cousin!
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life goes on in phases... each phase has its charm or revulsion… we should disown ugly past and hope for the best in future… like we throw away the thinhs we don't like and keep the ones we like.... How shall I explain in a practical way?.... hmmmm… like when we consume something that spoils our taste; likewise bitter medicine, we drink water or take something else to counteract the horrible taste…. similarly we can superimpose the tasteless past with delicious future…. hope it makes sense
Very nicely written with perfect rhythm and rhyme… 11 out of 10…
Take care
mina
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