that poem doesn't exist anymore..
though the poet is no longer alive,
he would be still dreaming of writing it again..
no words of passion would be allowed,
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A heart with no love is like a man breathing in coldness...living like dead wandering around in numbness of the storms...nice written short poem shared...Thanks! ! ! Don't forget many loves you just try to look around and dont see beyond your shoulders........... smiles....
A man at my church once said that most of us are more dead than alive and that very few of us are 'living' and the majority is 'dieing' (in other words most are living boring lives and are justing until the day we die) . I think I wrote something like this in 'Cold'. It's a horrid poem in my opinion (well I take that back it's OK) but I love the last line: 'My heart stopped beating a long time ago.' meaning that I stopped 'living' and started 'dieing' a long time ago. I know that meaning aren't the same, but they are similar.