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When Love Dies

            When Love Dies

When love dies it takes sanity under ugly 
Drops it in a foreign land beneath cold sand 
No rock will take it underneath
It cannot fit or breathe there with the bugs
Because it stinks of death
Lost in decay disinteresting
Rocks have better things to do 
They sit there on the brink 
Some are solid in their dark
Say nothing of their fate 
No reason to think of culture or living things
Malignancy is not their cup of tea
When love dies trees forget to grow
They know the better part of valor
Rooted in the truth
Discretion knows nothing of the pain
When love dies the memory remains

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/24/2015 8:29:00 AM
Very deep write Earl which I can well relate to,, yes the memories remain n keep digging at ur heart!
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Earl Schumacker
Date: 3/24/2015 2:53:00 PM
Hi Dr. Sharma, Some say it is a human failure to have this heart. I think our history and memories define us, defines our humanity above all things in existence, to give us the power that we have. Thank you for your comments. I do appreciate them. Have a great day. Take care. Earl
Date: 3/23/2015 8:53:00 PM
Perfect description of death .... Deep write Earl ..... Bev :)
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Date: 3/24/2015 7:37:00 AM
Good morning Bev, Thank you so much. I appreciate your interest and comments. This is not a happy poem, obviously, but I am happy with the way it turned out. I hope you have a wonderful day. Take care. Earl