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Of the finest love
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 02:54:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Of life
There is little left of the memories of peace.
There is nothing left of rest.
I have considered my way,
My way is lost.
In my heart, I have a bitter taste.
Of the trespasses of love, I endure.
It is often forgotten, the thoughtfulness of love.
The death of a childhood pet often lay doomed, to die in the circumstance of youth.
We continue.
The smallest leaf continues to fall.
The most beautiful rose, left sitting in the sun,
Will shrivel up and die.
Of sorrow and sadness, there is nothing to say.
They are of the finest love.
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iodinelove
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2006-05-16 02:54:53]
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Re: Of the finest love
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by Fionndruinne on
Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 03:15:21 AM AEST
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I like this one, it's very haunting. The wording style you used here doesn't work quite all the time as well as might be, but it gives it a unique flavor, and in parts is quite lovely. It has the feel almost of a translation.
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Re: Of the finest love
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by Keisha on
Friday, 21st March 2008 @ 01:36:13 PM AEST
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| Verry deep, could be written a little easyer for reading, Keep writting. |
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