An Appreciation For Elizaveta Comments

How beautifully you describe life...we rush through our joys and are stalled in our griefs...in between we loiter waiting for the next upset to routine....we witness winter survival give way to spring frivolity. Wonderful image of an angel racing across the sky-realm...belief n faith give us strength. A beautiful tribute to friendships that add color to life n make us believe in miracles.

Dear Daniel! Thank you! this poem is written in a style very close to me! it sounds a little child-like in the end. I imagine this angel as a small putty with rosy cheeks! Small puttis always seem to joke and love humor. They are not as sad and serious like big church angels! was it close to how you imagined her? Here came an answer in a poem: I’m much impressed, But my Muse is gone. I’m tired of her, And now she is gone. May be Muse is he – Doesn’t matter here - He was breathing hard into my two ears. He was pushing blood Strictly through my veins And by beating rhymes He dictates the way. Sometimes it was sweet Sometimes it felt bad – But you came to greet And to understand. In Russia they say: Witness’s life is short, But smile anyway - It is just a joke. Your life was a bliss! from the part I saw – So continue please Witnessing along!