The moon sits in the sky It's smiling Somewhere, a bird gives a cry Sea's sighing The sun blushes, it's shy It's evening I'm back, I wonder why I kept leaving? Was I afraid that if I die It'd be of no meaning So, I started living a lie Believing That when we say goodbye The grieving Lasts forever, but I Was deceiving Myself. Grief's like a butterfly It's fleeting.
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Nice work. Is your question mark misplaced?
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Thank you, Ron. Yes it is, I’ll correct it. Thanks for pointing out.
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Great rhyming!
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Many thanks! (^_^)
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An exquisite poem, Jay! ❤ I like the line, "Grief's like a butterfly; it's fleeting." It's true that life must go on, but fond memories remain. 🙂 Have a lovely week! ❤
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Thanks Cheryl! Have a great week ❤
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Nice one, Jay. 🙂
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Many thanks ❤️
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🙂
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I love your poem Jay and it’s so good to read you. I love your analogy and metaphor !!
This is so true.
I love this stanza and your words,
💖
“So, I started living a lie
Believing
That when we say goodbye
The grieving
Lasts forever, but I
Was deceiving
Myself. Grief’s like a butterfly
It’s fleeting.”
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I’m very glad you liked it, Cindy! ❤️🤗
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Wonderful rhythm. I really loved the last line so much.
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Many thanks❤️
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Beautiful penned
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Thank you very much (^_^)
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The rhyming is spectacular. All lovely. Thanks.
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Many thanks, Selma ❤
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Beautifully penned Jay..
How are you doing?
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Many thanks, Athira (^_^) I am doing fine!
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Good to know👍🏻👏🏻
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Beautifully, delicately written and so insightful too… How right you are, my friend.
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Many thanks, my friend 💖
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Good rhyming indeed. Grief as a butterfly is an intriguing metaphor.
Many would say grief is like a boulder on the chest, suffocating…..and then, those who want to sympathize and “make things better” might say to the grieving, time will heal your grief.. In time, you will be able to move on. Maybe that’s the idea that grief is fleeting. I think though, that for some, it is forever a weight.
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Thank you, Lillian!
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This is lovely, Jay. How have you been?
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I’m good, Poonam 😊
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