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
You never cease to amaze me - an absolute great write!! You are so talented - I wish I had half of the talent you possess. Keep 'em coming - I can't get enough of them!! :)
Great write, Neva. I always enjoy reading your work.
"When she writes about the rain
we smile
behind the places
where we stood in pain."
Such a significant statement of commonality within us.
Neva Darling.... I love the way your words always seem to take being and walk and breathe in color and melancholy in tunnels full of hope for light that is just up ahead....I dearly wish I could write like that :)
' You can see her words dance ~ where she's walked, ~ when dawn breaks ~ across the trees. ' Light as feathers you thread your words, dabbing colours and emotions with what seems to be such ease, Neva .. and in this poem you've added to a lovely painting and actually highlighted it with amazingly colourful yet discreet wording. Beautiful.
Rain does seem to cement the pains of the heart to our inner soul.Once done the sun comes back next day to begin again.We live two lives the one we show the others and the one in our own head
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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