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Sad. So sad Cathy.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
A great poem, thank you for these words.
I agree Nicola. I want to leave the past, but the past doesn’t want to leave me. It lingers in my memory looking for resolution and meaning. Perhaps the solution is as simple as Paul suggests, a change of seasons.
Nicola Beckett
Mon 28th Sep 2020 04:50
Singing in a field of weeds, I'm doing the same right now.... There's only one way and that's to ignore the calls of jealousy envy and the past, the past is the past leave it there.
Paul, what an amazing poem. I love it. Thank you for sharing your beautiful soul. ❤️?????
Awe, thank you Kimberly. ? Here is a bouquet of flowers for you! ?
You’ll always have my flower, V. ?
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victoriavautaw@gmail.com
Thu 1st Oct 2020 14:06
Fortunately John, the sad moments pass, thanks especially to poetry and music. I can always count on you to educate me... I looked up (and purchased) the book you referenced. It’s #1 in Spanish poetry!