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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