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He stood still against the rails of an unfrequented country passage overlooking a deep valley, now engulfed in inky darkness. It was his little world, a world he did not relish, a chaos he was trapped in. The wind wailed though he heard it not nor felt the cold it blew into his face, nor smelled the lavish lavender from the vale below. In his quintessence of non-feeling, his body trembled like an aspen leaf, yet like a bleak icicle, he moved not. His vacant mind never bothered to count the minutes he stood there, staring blankly at the deep vale, never wondered how long he had been motionless, a wasted time. How many hours it has been. As precious moments flew, as sloth dulled his mind except for one fact. She was no more; her death had been quick. The future mattered not for him, time flew, time was finite. He had become as dark as a dead light bulb. Till he looked up the hillside. There was a cabin there. Light poured out of the windows. He knew a fire was roaring, Inside a comely woman went about her chores. He felt hungry. Would she accept him? And a welcome written on the mat outside Inviting him in. He did not hesitate.

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Date: 7/8/2021 5:35:00 PM
Emotional verse with hope, love it . Hugs Eve
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Date: 7/4/2021 12:34:00 PM
- I'm sure the door is open ... and he will be welcome :) - An excellent poem, Victor :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 7/4/2021 8:42:00 AM
A heart warming poem dear friend - you creatively describe a scene which i can absolutely see in my minds eye and the ending is exactly what I loved, the welcome mat of a warm household. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
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Date: 7/4/2021 5:20:00 AM
A sad poem that ends with hope, nice work, Victor:)
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Date: 7/3/2021 11:06:00 PM
Beautifully written and so well expressed there is a sadness here but also hope for a new beginning though he feels a little guilty to reach out for it. He has to realize that she would not want him to live the rest of his life in mourning. A fine write. God Bless, JB
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Date: 7/3/2021 4:05:00 PM
There is always hope to love again. I enjoyed the turn for the better at this lovely poem's ending. Blessings :)
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Date: 7/3/2021 11:52:00 AM
Nicely done Victor...
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Date: 7/3/2021 8:34:00 AM
Beautiful write! Now on to episode-2!
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Date: 7/3/2021 8:00:00 AM
Excellent, Victor, your poetry include elements of tragedy as well as a possible feeling of joy; in my view. The poem end in ecstasy due to its excellent design and details, which make the work to swirl. Have a great weekend
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Date: 7/3/2021 6:12:00 AM
I like the upbeat turn towards the end of the poem, Victor. You captured his state my mind expertly with great details-- that makes the turn in poem welcome and rewarding.
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Date: 7/3/2021 3:38:00 AM
You captured sadness and potential joy in your verse Victor, hopefully it will end in joy. Enjoy your weekend. Tom
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