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Stunning...
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on April 22, 2010 at 5:20 PM
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Many people struggle with this, that's for sure with varying degrees of answers.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on April 21, 2010 at 8:06 PM
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No never too late...look at this Granny ...there is always time while we
are here to take another bite of life.
posted by
Kabu
on April 21, 2010 at 12:40 PM
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Simone
x It’s funny how these things become part of us love. Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on April 21, 2010 at 11:25 AM
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it's really not ever too late
This poem embodies all that you do so well, the tender melancholy of your style could reduce a rock to tears
xoxoxoxox
posted by
lionreign
on April 21, 2010 at 6:26 AM
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All your poems are so full of depth, beauty and vivid expression--wonderful. Just caught up with the posts of the last one week!
posted by
Nita09
on April 21, 2010 at 1:08 AM
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Is it too late
Well Simone a lot of folk look back and have nothing, you can look back and you have the love of your past remaining as evidence. You write beautiful sad poetry and I am sure you would be admired if you so desired. but dreams written are remarkably unreliable as well we know.
posted by
C_C_T
on April 20, 2010 at 11:56 PM
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"Like smoke in the wind her life has passed"
the truth and depth of your poem touches the depth of my soul. It is a truth many do not dare to ponder upon, and yet nobody can avoid it. Is it too late? NEVER too late. For the joy of life is always there waiting for us to embrace it and inhale its frangrance. It is the joy that remains forever after the body has been long forgotten. I wish you joy :)
posted by
Tzippy
on April 20, 2010 at 10:31 PM
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How lovely Sinome. It is an amazing poem..so touching. Thank you much for your visit and comment.
posted by
shobana
on April 20, 2010 at 10:14 PM
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the reflection of one looking out a 'train' window is amazing --- okay this whole poem is amazing; such ponderance and thought and depth - blows me away - Just great poetry, Sinome. xoxox Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on April 20, 2010 at 9:33 PM
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Sinome
Too late? Absolutely not it is a new beginning and it is the best of it all. Now all the colors, textures, smells, visions, touches come together so you have a whole. You were intended to have pieces enough to create a beautiful tapestry, string by string, you have! Admire it; before it would have been bland indeed compared to this date in the scheme of things.
posted by
Justi
on April 20, 2010 at 8:26 PM
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