If intensity of love is equal within both souls..question does not arise forgetting one to another until their frames are in motion..as we know love is immortal later departing from earth they enjoy too worldly praise all over...with regards..xx Ravindra Kumar xx
No, its my fault..sorry yaar! I am making haste in posting comments without observing the keywords. Really the matter of grief was judged by me with another tone just only reading topic mistake occured....xx Ravindra Kumar xx
Nardine this piece really jumped out at me..Four short lines told me the whole story with such impact...I played a part in your words..:)and that my girlfriend.. is poetry!! x Well done and a def fave for me..Love to ya hun xx
A powerful piece of poetry is this one Nardine....Love the way you have symbolized death with the evidential, providential pigmented color, of the deaden white hand…Just as Carey has conveyed, such a powerful hand full of words, wrapped up in this poem, marking the end of all life, (as we know it), but to another, (the perished), a beginning of the other life, the (after), the one of mere memories, after death has stepped within, what was once, life’s reserved place….Job Well Done…
Thank you dear friend Jimmy , the biggest fear a child would most likely have upon the death of a mother at a young non understanding age, i say would be memories, there for representing the forget- me-not within her hand, the fears of losing memories, or being forgotten upon death, is probably the main thing i think about, our brains are designed to ever capture memories and always keep them safe, or forcefully place them away to forget,
i guess i think to much, if one was to die in a sufferable way, could those feelings of watching someone fade away, always cloud the love and special times, there for forgetting everything that was most important about their lives together, i just don't know,
i tend to hold the tender moments highest, but often so haunted by the memories suppressed,
anyway thank you sweetie, just something more to think about,
love to you dear friend Jimmy, nardine xoxo
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If intensity of love is equal within both souls..question does not arise forgetting one to another until their frames are in motion..as we know love is immortal later departing from earth they enjoy too worldly praise all over...with regards..xx Ravindra Kumar xx
Sorry dearest friend Ravindra, i should be more careful with keywords in future, my fault, in your misunderstanding xoxo love to you nardine
No, its my fault..sorry yaar! I am making haste in posting comments without observing the keywords. Really the matter of grief was judged by me with another tone just only reading topic mistake occured....xx Ravindra Kumar xx
Its okay, I'm not sure if this poem tears what i wished it to say,
love to you sweetheart, nardine xoxo
Nardine this piece really jumped out at me..Four short lines told me the whole story with such impact...I played a part in your words..:)and that my girlfriend.. is poetry!! x Well done and a def fave for me..Love to ya hun xx
Thank you sweet Carey, you Are such a darling heart, love to you too princess xx Nardine xoxo
Hello Nardine,
A powerful piece of poetry is this one Nardine....Love the way you have symbolized death with the evidential, providential pigmented color, of the deaden white hand…Just as Carey has conveyed, such a powerful hand full of words, wrapped up in this poem, marking the end of all life, (as we know it), but to another, (the perished), a beginning of the other life, the (after), the one of mere memories, after death has stepped within, what was once, life’s reserved place….Job Well Done…
Jim
Thank you dear friend Jimmy , the biggest fear a child would most likely have upon the death of a mother at a young non understanding age, i say would be memories, there for representing the forget- me-not within her hand, the fears of losing memories, or being forgotten upon death, is probably the main thing i think about, our brains are designed to ever capture memories and always keep them safe, or forcefully place them away to forget,
i guess i think to much, if one was to die in a sufferable way, could those feelings of watching someone fade away, always cloud the love and special times, there for forgetting everything that was most important about their lives together, i just don't know,
i tend to hold the tender moments highest, but often so haunted by the memories suppressed,
anyway thank you sweetie, just something more to think about,
love to you dear friend Jimmy, nardine xoxo