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The Evening Dies

Dusk birds chirping before sleep the sun has run away stealing all that I love the clouds float past they have stories too that all become faded memories incompetent fools I wish I were a painter this image I have expressed would take me forever then I could freeze time and live in Iceland where shadows live forever

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 6/22/2024 9:26:00 AM

I enjoyed reading your Wonderful write. What a painter you are with your words. I wish you would write more... Have A Great Day/Weekend Writing Away.............

Arthur Vaso
Date: 6/27/2024 12:34:00 AM

I will try, thank you.

Duke Beaufort

Date: 6/22/2024 7:07:00 AM

Arthur, you have a phenomenal poem here that expresses pain that penetrates one's soul. Freezing time in Iceland was a remarkable image that will stay in my mind for a long time. I want to thank you for sharing these feelings since it helps me to know how to think about my own sense of loss. You are a sharing and loving soul, and I wish I could send you more sunshine.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 6/27/2024 12:34:00 AM

I think when one knows loss, one understand loss in others in the same way, empathy is powerful, I will tell you more later about Iceland, there is a meaning in that line.