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The Death of Love

Love is something I have always sort of accepted...just went with... needing no manual, nor preacher to entice me – I miss those days: when a heart was free from hyper, sonic bands, puncturing the eyes of internal waves – those innate crests I once surfed with mental impunity....

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 4/21/2021 11:17:00 PM

Prince de Mino "Those innate crests"...How totally lovely. For me, a strange one indeed...))) l0ve never dies....,simply changes forms. Change....is inevitable in life. I would love to be 16 again...ALAS. Your, Panagiota xx

Joe Dimino
Date: 4/24/2021 12:48:00 PM

Ah, indeed! For too many, youth is wasted on the young. Thank you my friend!

Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/10/2021 8:44:00 PM

Ah, but those halycon days are still ahead of you as well, my friend. Gotta believe! Light and Love, Gershon

Joe Dimino
Date: 4/12/2021 5:05:00 AM

Hi Gershon; thank you -- for sure, love is my basic DNA. Have a great day my friend!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/10/2021 10:44:00 AM

Yes, love seems perfect in the beginning...with songbirds, a full moon, parting lips. Such sadness when love finds death. God bless you. Love the poetry, Joe!

Joe Dimino
Date: 4/12/2021 7:56:00 PM

Hi Kim; I guess, the art is to never let love die within ourselves, where love eternally lives and emanates from. Blessings my friend. Have a beautiful day!!

Silent One

Date: 4/9/2021 8:29:00 AM

Such are the trials of love my friend... looks like we both came back at the same time, onto soup i mean..

Joe Dimino
Date: 4/9/2021 4:44:00 PM

Hi Si; I was doing other creative things. Hope all is OK with you. Thank you, my friend. Have a beautiful day!