Oil Lang Syne!A Poem by Wandering Minstrelwhen love is vibrant
it paints a picture that we hang in the corners of our minds, and we often view it with melancholy smiles long after the love has faded, and even when we face death a virulent force that steals our breath just as much as love once did, it is then we study the picture even more, and cling to the soft strokes and gentle pastels that created it long ago © 2014 Wandering MinstrelReviews
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14 Reviews Added on August 22, 2014 Last Updated on August 22, 2014 AuthorWandering MinstrelLondon, United KingdomAboutWelcome! My name is Donovan Arthur Perth. This is a new site where I will post early, and new poems and give myself another venue to work under. Your comments are like drops of honeydew to a dying cac.. more..Writing
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