Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from you..you know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..
This one is my favs from you Mr. Tate,
you have out-done yourself in this fine work.
the simplest of life's pleasures can well be found in the laughter of children,
the scent of a rose on fingertips,or the warmth of a sunset as it fades into night,
and even the darkest of clouds will have that silver lining...
if only we would take time to stop,if only for a minute,to enjoy the beauty,
giggle at the humor,and sniff at each flower we pass by every day.
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