Wednesday, November 1, 2017

When You'll Be Old... Comments

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When you'll be old, and all your passions gone:
Will you, perchance, cogitate on ‘us, ' which never was?
Would your memory sustain the substance of our own,
Which moulded such imprint; as then it was?
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Mihaela Pirjol
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Valsa George 23 March 2018

With hand upon my heart, —I swear! — That breeze of ardent love shall never cease! A beautiful reaffirmation of love ! If love is genuine it will outlive all hurdles and continue to hope that even if it is lost for the time being, will once more come back to life! Powerful sentiments, beautifully expressed! (10)

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 November 2017

When a person becomes old all of his passions go so so far. We may think life will grant greater memories. But memories of hat breeze of ardent love shall never cease! You have rightly perceived and expressed right things here. This is an interesting poem beautifully penned...10

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