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. . . And I pressed my palm against my heart, I was holding in the ache and the pain; my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice, snow fell and melted into tears. I was holding in the ache and the pain, the weeping mourners were fading away; snow fell and melted into tears, this love will be forever, I whispered. I was holding in the ache and the pain, my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice; the weeping mourners were fading away, and I pressed my palm against my heart. ____________________________ March 19, 2015 Poetry/Verse/It Was Snowing That Day Copyright Protected, ID 03- 655-337-19 All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France

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Date: 3/30/2015 5:33:00 AM
Absolutely love this... Well done!
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Date: 3/24/2015 3:24:00 PM
Powerfully sad poem, and so beautifully written. One can feel the pain, even more when read again. Good luck in the contest, it's a winner, James :) :)
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Date: 3/21/2015 9:28:00 PM
Yes, when we hold in the ache and pain our hearts and souls become cold! Another signature write that captures the pain of a broken hurting heart! 7
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Date: 3/20/2015 8:50:00 PM
Stunning! There is so many layers in this write!
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Date: 3/20/2015 6:49:00 PM
Very sad Constance, good luck, light & Love
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Date: 3/20/2015 8:30:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your creative expression of pain..Reads like a winner to me.These are not so easy to write but you made it seem seamless..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
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Date: 3/20/2015 1:05:00 AM
I was going to write exactly what Andrea did below...there is beauty in every emotion and I try to find beauty even during difficult times. Your poem reminds me of the night of my grandma's viewing. It was the first night I had ever seen snow and it was beautiful. I like to think she made it snow for me...hugs, Rhonda
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Date: 3/20/2015 12:09:00 AM
Sadness so beautifully expressed. That is your forte, Constance. This is a very nice pantoum!!
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