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#A Land Where Love Survives?
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worldly cairn
I love this! Very creative, and love the way you wrote this poem. One of my favorites! ❤️
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chrome reef
A fair poem, though I found it a bit heavy on the telling as opposed to showing more. The idea that the land where loves survives is also 'A land where nothing ever dies.' is in my opinion removing the special property that the poem is talking about from the land entirely. Because if everything survives, then love isn't unique there.
blazing pine
A fair poem, though I found it a bit heavy on the telling as opposed to showing ...
🤔 so love shouldn’t survive there ?
chrome reef
🤔 so love shouldn’t survive there ?
? If everything survives there because nothing dies then love would also, yes, logically. As I said, it is strange because if love is meant to have a special status as 'never dying' that status is not really special at all when everything shares it.
But that also means its a land where nothing experiences change. As death and change go hand in hand. Frozen, unalterable, unable to be witnessed or experienced - this land is outside the bounds of time. Just my philosophical take on the phrase and why I find it problematic as a concept either as a whole - or when used to make a specific thing stand out.
polar slate
okay the idea of having “tattered wings patched together with scraps of hope” hit me hard—it’s such a powerful way to describe holding on, even when everything feels broken. i can sense the longing in your words, wanting to escape to a place where love isn’t a battle, where you don’t have to keep fighting to make it work(i relate to this wayy more than i should)the line about finding a place where love isn’t a losing game really hit right where it hurt. its a beautiful piece; your words really speak to me.
cursive dew
LOVE IT 
elder apex
As I read, as I ponder, lovely sparkles glinted bliss in my pure ichor of soul and body; Thank you for sharing.
frank patrol
No morning breaks to spoil the night,
Where shadows dance in tender light. Wow
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