Sleeping At Her Grave. Comments

very intense, memories hold the past so dear in our hearts.

memories are the seeds of the past/ great poem! ! ! !

Memories that we hold dear seems to drift by in our memories like a cloud in the sky. We then sometimes visit our loved ones who have passed on. It is only then that we feel release within ourselves and say life goes on. A great write.

Here we call this Saudades! There this feeleing calls ~ longing from someone! ~ Beautiful and sad Poet

I dont want to detailing much of my mind saying now just a short words....Lovely poem, feel so much deep emotion with this write, it has something new in color here..nice job and again it is, loved it_SOul

Time is not a ticing clock, but a snapshot. How true. I loved this poem, a worth 10.

Intense, I like it. Awesome write, well done, check out Stardust and thanks.