Thursday, October 29, 2020

The Certain Passing Of Time Comments

Rating: 5.0

In springtime, we awoke with the flowers
And the birds, and were as fresh as blossoms.
In bright, warm summer days of gold and green,
We felt the constant flow of Creation
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Dominic Windram 31 October 2020

Thanks guys, as always your comments are much appreciated!

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Shaun Cronick 29 October 2020

A matter of life and death. Dominic your poem says it all from the cradle to the grave indeed. And that wintry abyss within you two closing lines are so well written and presented and also thoughts to reflect on another day or time. Five stars and thank you for writing and sharing. I wish you well and enjoy life. Take care.

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Mahtab Bangalee 29 October 2020

We were.......... and now we are......... and we shall........ time to time each to other changing into another the original atom by taking different form passing and passing, passing and passing uniquely but not unique

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Deluke Muwanigwa 29 October 2020

More excellence. Thats poetry. I can feel the sadness of death as you intended

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