by Ben Pickard
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Peter, |
by Cindy
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Peter |
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It's an old poem which I wrote long time back. Thought I should give it an airing. Lol! |
by Mr. Darcy
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Hello Peter, |
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Thanks for your nice comments Michael. Yes, as I recall it does seem a 'fate worse than death' when almost overnight, one is discarded as 'irrelevant', and is left with huge feelings of Love that then has to be somehow dissipated on ones own, often taking several years to erase all those once happy shared memories. |
by Em
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This is such a heartfelt yet sad piece with fluency throughout. Tugged at the heartstrings and captivated me from start to finish. |
by Marvellous
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Memories speak louder than presence. It pains to lose what could have been. There's always a place called Forward. Nothing has come to stay, than Truth. |