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Don't think about her anymore, you can kiss my anxious lips lol. I have only seen snow two times in my life. Once when I was five and once when my child was 5. It was nice to share it with my son but to have a love affair in the snow, wouldn't that be fun, but really cold. I love it. Good job. My mind wonders down your memory lane. I'm insane. Thank you
Your use of metaphor in this poem is terrific...the use of rivers, mountains, falling snow, rain, comets, etc., all natural phenomena, supplies a continuity to the lines. The clever way you interweave the metaphorical natural elements with the reality of them is also very interesting and makes the poem cohesive in its purpose...this is definitely one of your better efforts.
The anguish of a love lost. It can hurt beyond pain.
This really brings it home. Unfortunately I have felt it both ways.
Separation, going our own ways.
Or to me the worst, death. The knowledge that no matter where on this world you go, you will never meet again.
Well written, Brian.
But after the cold desolation of winter, arises the beauty of spring. Remember, even snow has it's beauty, glistening, unmarred in the sunlight, like billions of tiny crystals to help you remember the wonder of what went by.
Amazing work, Roger. I adored the imagery... "I've travelled hell and back. But I keep going back to the same old park."
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