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paramour.

Is this love forsaken,
warmest touch,
Iceland depths beneath,
Snowfall soundings',
Landscapes of love melting not,
Nor love surface to thy very touch,
Imbedded deepest condolences,
Freedom not singing,
Nor soundings all,
At thy touch of thee,
Time compares' acetic,
Bereavement in its plea,
Consolidate not one word,
Warmest breaths beneath,
Consumed with his poisons poison,
Paramount,
Denied any other format,
Touchingly not ,
Nor comprehend,
Vanished internally,
Disillusion of love,
For thee, undying devotion dead,
Reaping solitude,
Not livings live,
Nor breathes more,
Intangible cryptic myth,
Warmth a visioned view,
Unseen,
Uncleanly,
Distinguished by thy frost,
Within thy hands cradle,
Weeping frozen tears if non,
Nor heart heated love defrost,
A soloist void,
Journey thy non,
Consolidating warmest sun,
Cannot bare,
Nor penetrate thy frozen core,
Forever bound within,
Standings' ground,
Doomed life,
Without loves warmest realms,
Iceland apparel found,
Frozen in paramour.

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Ravindra Kumar

Sensitive aspect,...wavering view of the mind,...restless heart,...noteworthy,..I like the poem.

"Is this love forsaken,

warmest touch,

Iceland depths beneath,

Snowfall soundings',"

Ravindra Kumar

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you sweetheart, i was having a deep moment, of feelings past, much love to you Ravindraxx

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