I saw the last light ending
Of the love I'd treasured long,
The birds that rested in the trees
No longer had a song,
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I found this so moving Andy, it bought a tear to my eye, proof how good your writing is, well composed my friend, 10 Lynda xx
Whenever we are spurned love turns sour.Your poem really worked the image with your metaphor...a ten from me..
I think this is a great piece and I'm moving on to read more of you works
very beautiful and moving piece Andrew.... filled with emotion... you have what it takes to touch the core of reader's heart sir.. so this is very touching and moving, , nice lines.. Yeah I honestly don't know what else to add.... a heartfelt poem.. regards shan
Profoundly beautiful. You are at your lyric best in this one.10/10. Warm regards, Sandra
What can I say that hasnt all ready been said, with each sadden line beneath each brown turned pedal lies a heavy heavy heart. This is so beautifull, and filled with so much emotion, it brought tears to my eyes. Andrew Blakemore, you are one tallented writter... BRAVO! Bonnie
The narration of the love story is so touching and beautiful. I really enjoyed reading it. fantastic imagery! 12th August, London
Andrew, It the surprising poem... The grief extends to all parties. I read it as the requiem prelude... You have lost crown of dream also as the rose has lost the crown of its petals... 10... Kindest regards, Tsira
A beautiful melancholy poem Andrew. Beautiful in that it melts my heart and tells a story with superb images. The refrain speaks to me and I will go back and read it again and again. Top marks! Karin Anderson
A sad poem well written depicting how lonely the world can be when love is lost..... Ruth: o)
Sterling pictorial here, Andrew....Frostesque, in style...and you pull it off well! FjR
Hi Andrew, What a beautiful poem - definitely a favourite of mine 10 ++++++.
I will be there with you my friend even if the rose turns brown and there will be rejuvenation and the return of love to you soon! Nice poem indeed!
Stunning image! And the poem was as melancholy as a Pierrot clown. Andrew sometimes I believe that we need the pain of loss and disillusion in order to create poems like this one - which capture the minor key with grace and finesse. Beautiful. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥