Missing loved one, seen through your verses in all that exist around, as seasons, leaves, sunrise, a red rose, sitting on a bench, or trying to sleep in your bed. Such a sweet metaphor 'when i'm old and near death/ and i draw my last breath/ i 'll think of you', so relevant to show the world the immortality of love, even when death is coming love is still there in the last dropp of life. Beautiful written..Cristina Teodor
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Missing loved one, seen through your verses in all that exist around, as seasons, leaves, sunrise, a red rose, sitting on a bench, or trying to sleep in your bed. Such a sweet metaphor 'when i'm old and near death/ and i draw my last breath/ i 'll think of you', so relevant to show the world the immortality of love, even when death is coming love is still there in the last dropp of life. Beautiful written..Cristina Teodor