The winds scurry by and it chills my cold hands,
But it matters much none, since I'm here beside you,
The snow covers wide and far all 'cross the land,
But it matters much none, when I'm here beside you,
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It was sorta interesting, apart from the poem, I just pressed play on Carl Laemmle's Frankenstein (1st time ever) , read you comment, decided to return the favor, & ended up reading this while the opening scene unfolded: hmmm, I don't know what I'd call it, but wow. They are both beautifully dark; sentimental to the core. To quote Carl Jung, whom inspires me: Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality. Lack of feeling is the inevitable counterpart of sentimentality, which inevitably suffers from the same deficiencies. Wonderful start; I don't remember which poem I posted 1st, come to think of it. Best wishes moving forward.
It was sorta interesting, apart from the poem, I just pressed play on Carl Laemmle's Frankenstein (1st time ever) , read you comment, decided to return the favor, & ended up reading this while the opening scene unfolded: hmmm, I don't know what I'd call it, but wow. They are both beautifully dark; sentimental to the core. To quote Carl Jung, whom inspires me: Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality. Lack of feeling is the inevitable counterpart of sentimentality, which inevitably suffers from the same deficiencies. Wonderful start; I don't remember which poem I posted 1st, come to think of it. Best wishes moving forward.