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
Incredibly unnecessarily sad as I am imagining a young beautiful woman (of course!), who is wasting her life and not living it, but there is a different type of beauty in her sorrow that is more rich and intense.
Poignant lovely write Neva as usual ..Love these lines They tell us our worst hours
contain the time outside
of her faded dreams
and that they too.....
will soon be gone.
knowing they never speak in vain , beautiful end.
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
My dear poetess, you take your heart, put it out there through your words. You proud alone share that pain within your inner beauty, with the perfection of every word you place. All of them, in just the right place. All with just the best cadence, all with a delicious sound.
Stay sweet, keep writing sweeter.
Things we see, know our pain, and they do what they do, trying to break through the shield, But pain is long, pain is strong,But Pilots' mother knew and she tried, she cried, and today her tears are in the rain ,to make us smile, as we read and watch, read and feel your words dance,
Neva it is good knowing, the light ,and you shining through your pen.
sad tale of lost hopes and failed dreams. Love the imagery and descriptions in this piece. You can see her words dance where she's walked. Love those two lines.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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