Comments : When the Clock Forgot Itself

  • 3 days ago

    by Silent

    I so admire this deep phrase.

    "Love, you see, is a reckless artist.
    It paints joy and sorrow with the same brush,
    never asking if you’re ready."

    In the end our life's paintings are on a canvas forever.
    Great poem.

    • 15 hours ago

      by Natasha

      Thank you very much for your kind words~