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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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.
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
More excellence. Thats poetry. I can feel the sadness of death as you intended
Thanks guys, as always your comments are much appreciated!