*is floored* Wow. 0.0

This was was just... wow. I mean... 0.0

I absolutely love this one! I just... I really like how it flows, the words come together perfectly, and I have to say, this is one of my favorite poems.

Much love.

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Thank you very much, for what you said, and for the fav.

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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]

OmG that is one of da best poems I have ever read on this sight, WONDERFUL WORK keep it up

So cool that you liked it

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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]

if you want to hear my opinion, I think this deserves a fav. the way you expressed all the feelings is wonderful, and the words you chose seem the most suitable. it's thrilling.

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Don't say forever.. "cuz what you thought would always last has passed you by" [nIn]

Well thanks for the fav

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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]

This is extremely good. I love the imagery and this line especially grabbed at me: "And turn a daring fool into your humble servant." Fantastic work.

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Thank you. I'm glad you appreciate my work

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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]

Indeed right when you said it was your best poem yet, at least judging from what I've read so far! And now, to the commenting. I'll get my subscription today and featuring this will be a must!
*assumes commenting position* Will ask you to excuse me if I mix English and Romanian, I don't see the point of being as formal about this comment as I am about the ones on ~AngstyWriters

Formal 'issues': Very good use of 'images and words', curge foarte natural si are o previzibilitate sonora in sensul bun al ideii. Adica nu ai rupturi de ritm, mai bine spus. No suggestions to be made.

Idea 'issues': I love your way of describing something say 'erotic' in a non-perverted sort of way. I mean if not for the category you've submitted it under, I would have gotten lost in all the more philosophical parts of this poem si poate nici n-as fi observat partea "aceea".
Poemul are multa pasiune, e ca o tornada de trairi. Putina descriere a "Ei" din prima strofa ma face sa o vad aproape ca pe reprezentarile angelice cu aura. ("your skin/Of mellow color")
O lucrare cu foarte multa adancime, nu stiu altfel cum as putea sa descriu. Parca sufletele celor doi sunt doua abisuri de idei si trairi, si se pierd unul intr-altul, ajungand la un alt nivel al cunoasterii. Are si o imbinare interesanta dintre ideea de "impreuna" si cea de singuratate. Cunoasterea este in egala masura unul pe celalalt si pe sine prin pierderea in celalat. Superba a doua strofa pentru aceasta perspectiva.
"I am trapped into the echoes of your vision". Cred ca metafora mea preferata din acest poem. Spune atat de multe despre natura umana... Modul in care ne facem o "icoana" din cei din jur, ii vedem asa cum ne dorim. Eul liric se simte, asa cum inteleg eu, capturat de Ea prin aceste viziuni despre ceea ce ar trebui sa fie. Dorinta de "scapare" nu mi se pare insa una sincera. Poetul isi realizeaza pierderea unei parti din sine, dar o vede ca pe un compromis necesar, daca vrei sa-i zici asa. (Am luat-o prea pe campi? Abia m-am trezit si-s putin mahmura. :lol)
Acel "you see my essence" da acestui fel de cunoastere prin eros un fel de aliura ritualica.
Foarte frumoas si "all hope lies into the scoops of our palms", trimite cu gandul la atingere, care devine insasi sursa sperantei.
Sfarsitul este chiar trist (nu in sensul de "nasol", ci in sensul de "sad"). E ca un fel de trezire la realitate negata, prin sintagma "this fiction we live in", ca o constienizare a faptului ca realitatea va omori ceva din eul liric.
Sper sa ajute comentariul, in sensul ca sa-ti dea o imagine a felului in care poate fi vazuta, pentru ca sugestii nu am de facut. Mi-a placut foarte mult.
You owe me a beer. *evil laughter* (Glumesc)

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