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Read MoreYour love is like a frozen bird, afeathered stone falling from the sky.I wish it didn't die.It should be flying, and soring, andhealing, against the warm blaze ofthe afternoon sun--weaving anddiving through the coolness of the clouds.But it's gone,...
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I appreciate it.
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A little sad, but beautiful in it’s own way.
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Thank you.
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This is characteristically a Case of excellence .. write on brother Tom .. Neville
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I appreciate it my friend.
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I’ll bet a lot of us (guys) have interacted with these birds before.
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Thank you.
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Thomas this took me on a journey into the heart of love and the sadness of lost love. I may be wrong but what I read as I read this seemed to speak to me of a man remembering his beloved who has passed from this earth. I have known this emotion so closely that your poem enshrines with poetry for the ages.
John
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Read MoreIt was a dream I had one night.It included paint and one single swipe.I was building a new room for myself. And I did not need any help.Around me were buckets of colorful paint.So colorful,so much paints. That you might gasp...
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Read MoreAt nightThe voice of a nightingale could be heard.A faraway!A melancholic chord.
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Read MoreThat voice which dances amongst the beating chambers of your heartstrings. The harp's tune, now tickled, notes reach their staff to descend upon their bass.
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Read MoreWith cold dead hands, a ghost I am to you alone now. With cold dead hands that are unseen, unfelt, and unanticipated. With cold dead hands, my visits are unknown to you making you shiver, and lips embalmed in ice. With cold dead hands, I will call...
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Interesting. You feel the fire of life from cold, dead hands
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With cold dead hands you wrote an amazing poem! Great piece, my friend!
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Danke schon (no German keyboard haha)
With cold dead hands I feel that fire still within! Haha.
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Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian