http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O-WHevzCR8
I loved you then, I love you still my dear Father…
Reminiscing now the chill that day,
Perhaps only internal,
Did winds blow outside? I forget
Gun shots loud speak salutation to a Hearse,
Winter takes form and makes a place within the home,
Cold winds that did freeze and break the heart
Winter in my heart,
Winter to my touch as I bid farewell…
Festival King 
Winter is such a strong metaphor for sorrow.. works very well
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Yes it is. Thanks a lot Bjorn
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Chilling on all levels…as Bjorn said, a perfect metaphor for loss. And the salute…that always gets to me.
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The feeling never gets old, even when you remember it in passing
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def hard…nice use of winter too in explaining the feel after the death of a loved one….def a fitting metaphor…
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Thanks Brian 🙂
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Winter certainly is a classic to denote those feelings of somber moods. You did it very well here, festivalk!
Hank
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Thank you Hank 🙂
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the starkness of winter to convey loss. so why is my heart melting? ah yes, the love that will survive all. excellent poem.
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Thank you dear
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I agree with prior comments, Upe, wonderful use of winter in this time of loss. Beautiful poem. xx
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Thank you Lauren 🙂
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The closer to heart the stronger the storm…
Sorry for your loss..
Peace & Light
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on sigurlaugs.
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Thank you for the Reblog Silla 🙂
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Beautiful poem! Happy to share it 🙂
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[ Smiles ] Very interesting indeed!
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Thanks
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