Sitting in the garden
where one finds love
in those eyes
that speak of alone.
There is a massive distance between her smile and tears when she writes about the rain. Because her faded dreams put her mind at ease behind the places where she stands in pain.
Sitting in the garden where one finds love in those eyes that speak of alone. She writes lines which intrigue mysteriously. You can see her words dance where she's walked, when dawn breaks across the trees.
The inner deepness of her words hold on to each cloud, crying out to the depths of our bones. They tell us our worst hours contain the time outside of her faded dreams and that they too..... will soon be gone.
When she writes about the rain we smile behind the places where we stood in pain. You can see her words dance where she's walked, knowing...... they never speak in vain.
you know, Neva, every time i read something you have written about my favorite subject (love) it is as if an angel were sitting at my side telling me how to infuse your words into my being, and it always come to me naturally how to feel deep inside . i've heard of horse whisperers, dog whisperers etc. BUT......you are definitely the love whisperer ! your art is amazing and almost perfection. thank you for sharing this with me
Very compelling, makes me want to read more about what she says, I love all the symbolism in this or metaphors? I always mix those up, but like where it says "her words dance where shes walked" that has so many different meanings just in that one line.
I agree with quinfinn. Your words weave magic and reach deep inside the mind and soul of the reader. It has been a long time since I logged in WC. But here I am again, glad that I did not miss out on such a magnificent poetic work.
When she writes about the rain
we smile
behind the places
where we stood in pain.
those lines are brilliant...like syliva said..."readers want to hear it from someone who has been there and felt the worst"
and reading of another's pain, maybe that makes ours not hurt so much...there is camraderie among poets...the rain and the tears a bit hard to distinguish from each other.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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