tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post8651937481719010008..comments2023-09-01T03:36:53.616-07:00Comments on RecluseMuse: Summer SongSuyashJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06332045821743367072noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-29602231226102778522014-12-17T22:50:54.740-08:002014-12-17T22:50:54.740-08:00"Like holding sand in my hands"
Perfect!..."Like holding sand in my hands"<br />Perfect! <br />Also I hope you'd like this, bout the summer within!<br />http://seethehologram.wordpress.com/2014/12/18/the-summer-within/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01660392887562627450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-37245895873754440792014-12-17T20:52:11.501-08:002014-12-17T20:52:11.501-08:00"Ain't it funny how a melody can bring ba..."Ain't it funny how a melody can bring back a memory" is how Clint Black expressed it. Great poem, I can think of songs for just those occasions.Gen Giggles https://www.blogger.com/profile/13744815023509063722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-68536858989269843062014-12-17T15:53:45.459-08:002014-12-17T15:53:45.459-08:00We really have to keep the summer within us, even ...We really have to keep the summer within us, even when we are in the grips of winter. There is joy and melancholy in every season!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-59784376889862010832014-12-17T15:38:27.149-08:002014-12-17T15:38:27.149-08:00I have an artist that always sticks in my head, an...I have an artist that always sticks in my head, and instantly it replaces all the things that leave me upset. Her name is Lindsey Stirling, she is a violinist, and she is simply amazing. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12590129774774754740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-25038782009768650352014-12-17T14:58:57.501-08:002014-12-17T14:58:57.501-08:00The hope of summer is always within us, yet each w...The hope of summer is always within us, yet each winter that fateful bell tolls but we hope it is not for us. Stunning poem Suyash.Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-75713545007198107592014-12-17T12:31:26.123-08:002014-12-17T12:31:26.123-08:00Yes the line about holding sand in our hands reall...Yes the line about holding sand in our hands really sang to me too...so very hard but worth trying...lovely pieceJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-92085059950957022532014-12-17T09:21:32.645-08:002014-12-17T09:21:32.645-08:00"how I tried to make it stay, like holding sa..."how I tried to make it stay, like holding sand in my hands....." so beautiful, and poignant. How we try to make things stay. Sigh.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003371169461086077.post-52089585426076113092014-12-17T08:05:51.775-08:002014-12-17T08:05:51.775-08:00We can hold anything inside of us. That is the key...We can hold anything inside of us. That is the key to happiness, is it not? Happiness only truly lives within ourselves :) Beautiful poem, Suyash ;)Toriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10570179609915990220noreply@blogger.com