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The Winter of My Soul
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Poetry
When the sweet violets of Spring have long faded
And their scent is but a fond remembrance
Will you still look to me?
When the Summer rains are all but a distant memory
That echoes across the starry, barren landscape
Will you still call to me?
When the fleeting winds of Autumn have ceased to whisper
Of ancient longings and dreams forgotten
Will you still long for me?
When all the leaves have fallen and the Winter snow
Blankets the sleepy land of my soul
Will you still love me?
BEAUTIFULL PIECE
wow
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"You think Einstein walked around thinking everyone was a bunch of dumb-shits?"
you excel in your writing. you possess an alluring style within your muse. i especially, love this poem. the flow of words, they are as if the seasons rolling along. alas, within each cycle many question remain unanswered. for all that is in your heart i wish for you that your lover returns cycilally to your own heart.
peace
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Sheri:
Your visualization and portrayal of endless devoted love is simply so so so touching and breathtaking in the beautiful masterpiece. You surely have the gift-never never stop writing. Thank you for sharing and have a very beautiful Valentines Day and weekend.Please take care.
Regards,
Dave Richardson
2/14/04