Tuesday, October 24, 2017

The Seasons Without Any Good Reasons Comments

Rating: 4.9

The seasons of life,
The many seasons of love,
Seasons now without any good reasons
For the death of his love,
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Yiyan Han 25 November 2017

Love is hope as penned in this wonderful work.

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Valsa George 26 October 2017

The very memory of a love that brightened her life once is enough to propel the tired body now into a dance of joy! It serves as a cozy blanket to shelter her from the cold blizzards of autumn and the biting chill of winter! Even when love has met with an untimely demise, there is the feel of two protective hands encircling her which is enough to fill her gloomy days with an unspeakable joy! A great poem!

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Bill Cantrell 24 October 2017

I only had two poems on my favorites list, now with this one I have three

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Bill Cantrell 24 October 2017

The intricacies on emotion are placed perfectly, life and love dance as the depressing skies above gather to collect tears, Love towers above rhythm of music which is indeed rare in life for music usually is in complete control but not at this moment, yet leaves fall on shattered love yet the playful dance of the seasons do bring back life, ....you have a wonderful style of writing, I tip my hat to this wonderful poem!

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Muzahidul Reza 24 October 2017

Dear poetess, it is so emotional poem Emptiness sways as her emotions fray, As she remembers the beauty of his love, The volcano erupted and the end of their romance, She doesn't want a chance, .......................... in these lines you have summed up the main theme of the poem, thanks for sharing the poem with us, +++++++++++10+

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 24 October 2017

A tiny candle's Light exists even amongst galaxies of darkness. So is hope in the heart amidst oceans of sorrows and in a grief-stricken life. A beautiful poem with a cute lovely name. 10+++ for the sharing.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 October 2017

For the death of his love, with gloomy depressed skies above autumn brings tear, grief and agony. We feel sorrows of deepness during death of any relative. But death is also a truth. Seasons of life carry beauty of perception and love. Autumn falls and gives feelings. Love carries rhythm of life's music. There is hope always that then the seasons will come alive and playfully dance. This is excellently penned brilliant poem shared here is interesting...10

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