| = of love and death | Elies [08.Apr.08 20:02] |
| There is something, here, that sounds as in poems of love and death by E-A Poe. Words untold, dim light, presences vanished as reflects on a mirror. This is a heartrending poem, to be read and told with words whispered on the edge of silence... | |
| = of love and death | Elies [30.Mar.07 20:19] |
| There is something, here, that sounds as in poems of love and death by E-A Poe. Words untold, dim light, presences vanished as reflects on a mirror. This is a heartrending poem, to be read and told with words whispered on the edge of silence... | |
| = of dead love... | Alexandra Maria Velianu [06.Apr.07 00:22] |
| Thank you for passing by. Indeed, it has something to do with both love and death since I wrote it after meeting one evening with a person I used to love so much...yet we had both went our separated paths and in time I learned to believe he was not as perfect as I thought him to be. Having him close to me, though, made me remember how it felt long time ago and yet I was utterly aware of the changes that had happened in both of us... This poem was written for that dead love which is no more, yet lingers upon me with its sweet bitter memory... | |
| = I do remember | Elies [08.Apr.08 20:02] |
| Will this poem be your last on Agonia ? I've been waiting for a long time for a new poeme from you. I remember what you wrote on your comment 'poetry that makes us be' and i remember I felt very close of what you said about words. I think of all the unsaid : don't let silence overwhelm your voice for I really like reading you. | |