Sad
A beautiful poem for love by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
Painting by Richard Johnson
You are so far now,
You even don’t see my smiles
The violin is sad.
Will you leave your island
And come to the mountains?
A beautiful poem for love by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
Painting by Richard Johnson
You are so far now,
You even don’t see my smiles
The violin is sad.
Will you leave your island
And come to the mountains?
Love picture and poem. I was never formally introduced to this style of art (attaching a perfect picture and/or painting) to a poem in college. I was a business major; however, in some of my old journals, there are several poems that erupted spontaneously with a particular picture that I or a friend had taken. Then years later, I realize I had only repeated what’s probably been going on since the clock started to tick…I laugh…coincidence or spiritual inheritance? I’ll leave the answer to the reader…once again, beautiful.
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I agree. I had to reblogged this one. New media allowed us to tell the story better.
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