A Winter Night Comments

favorite lines: “And perhaps on some moonlit night With his loving arms around me, My love and I will speak with joy Of that winter night he found me” ================================ your lines: “And what of love, that distant dream? Coming close, never touching me, This consoling thought I proffer: Have patience heart, it yet may be! ” my echo: And what of wealth, that distant goal? I have it not, though I see it often. Perhaps I’ll end up dying: “a POOR soul”. I’ll remain a pauper to my coffin. bri :)

A beautiful poem, Lora............ The coins of youth having been spent................ this is a great line, but remember, age invests currency in the mind............. Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly..............Langston Hughes

This is sooo beautiful. Rhythm is excelent. Wards flow as a pure river. Nice work.10