Gray drops paint charcoal shadows on the skin.
They wear the windowpanes of old souls thin.
Hold out your hand against the falling light.
Believe with me that rain is infinite.
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'Hold out your hand against the falling light. Believe with me that rain is infinite'. I felt only to repeat these wonderful lines x
the warm effusing touch cannot be compensated by any other materialistic riches... a wonderful write!
A good mingling of rain with the mood of humankind with rain signifying its both facets one being the joy and the other in the form of tears when one is in deep melancholy. A beautiful symbolic poem reflecting the flow of warmth of love and sadness ingrained in the charcoal shadows. Best Regards Naseer
Gray drops paint charcoal shadows on the skin ...............Good line and excellent poem Madam Enjoyed reading it
sadness, love and tenderness nicely etched with those characoal shadows on your canvas -10 anjali
I just loved this so gentle touching, beautiful poem..10+++++
Old souls, fragile moods, and tenderness... forlorn memories evoked in my mind. Hazy memories of sadness of all kinds. Deva
a 10 + for this ammmmmmazing compact composition! rhyme and rhythm fine!
What a great read this is though i am unsure as to what exactly its about, perhaps age and death?
this poem is gentle and tender as the poet is to its readers. you touch a chord with your words.
Always familiar and yet always surprising - your poetry is timeless Sandra. Your Charcoal Shadows touch the heart with its long fingers and transports the reader into a place where words woven with skill work magic. Stunning poem. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Yet another beautiful piece Sandra, a lovingly tender write....wonderful poem
ohhhhhhhhhh ma'am this is a beautyful write indeed..i enjoyed it very much...... great one..thank you soo much for this one deserves a A++++ with love shan
Sandra, it's an outstanding poem. I love this poem. Top score.