The Changing Picture Comments

Excellent. I can only visualize the impact of a pile of dust that goes into the trajectory. Top score for this magnificent piece of poetry! !

How old, how precious It doesn't matter It was there and then it left its place for new things, as the trees broke into new blossoms of love........so true. A beautiful philosophical poem on life has been presented here astutely. Thanks for sharing.

Into new blossoms of love. Nice work.

You pick up the pieces, your hands recoil from the dust of a thousand storms that blew away the fields of love and left a scatter of memories in wake......amazingly narrated...thank you for this beautiful sharing :)

This is the inevitable law of life! However precious a relationship might have been, once it is removed either by time or self or fate or chance, new ones will eventually come to take its place! Pining over what has been lost is foolishness and changing with changing times is adaptability, which is needed to proceed in life! A great write Nosheen!