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Was it love?
I think it was love, maybe love of friendship or comfort, I was very moved it was beautiful
posted by
MsJudy
on May 24, 2010 at 8:04 PM
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are you sure it wasnt love
posted by
Lanetay
on May 24, 2010 at 7:11 PM
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Of course it was love for it still hurts. Lovely as always dear one.
posted by
Kabu
on May 24, 2010 at 7:06 PM
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Sinome, I shouldn't wonder that a casual, objective observer might disagree. But the obvious strength is the essence in memory.
posted by
dsm_tchr
on May 24, 2010 at 5:57 PM
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You told me once, you have to wtire everday. I believed that then, but even more what you are doing today. How does it feel not just to be a poet but a writer? I was wondering when you once again amaze me, and here the moment is. All I got to say is you're no day lilly, and you can take that as a compliment!!!
posted by
jfm32
on May 24, 2010 at 2:27 PM
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An incredibly painful realization to have after the fact.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 24, 2010 at 2:21 PM
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It was a nice poem Simone and one could understand what you felt or wanted the reader to know. One could put a beautiful bloom in a glass and watch it die, but the memory could be so powerful. Sorry I'm getting boring
posted by
C_C_T
on May 24, 2010 at 11:45 AM
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Truly, love is like a butterfly. It lands softly, a delicate beauty that we wonder about as it radiates a wondrous spell of color, but only when it flits away do we finally grasp the truth. Sometimes to our own sorrow. JMO joab
posted by
joab3
on May 24, 2010 at 9:58 AM
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Wonderful poem sweetie
So beautiful and sad - and it was love, so there
xoxoxoxoxoxo
posted by
lionreign
on May 24, 2010 at 8:34 AM
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