The moon’s light upon the snow-covered ground creates a soft glow within the murky night. From my window, I search the silent sky for one sign that you’re still with me. But you’re forever gone and the candle burns on.
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The first line is just lovely.
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I really like the sense of life carrying on despite loss that you’ve conveyed here. Nicely done in such a short word count.
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Poignant and eloquent at the same time. Loved this.
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I like how I was able to feel the sorrow.
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Nice image of moonlight on snow. It’s can be softer, quieter.
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Oh those nights filled with grief and emptiness.You bring the picture clear to me.
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I love the way the moon reflects on newly fallen snow — good imagery there.
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Oh, such sorrow. Snow, when used to illustrate silence, is so lovely.
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My favorite image is the silent night. It seemed the exact right time to bring the lack of sound into the scene. Nicely done!
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Excellent portrait of grief.
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The silence and solitude really came through.
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The sense of loss was right throughout this piece until the end, where I sensed some hope because the narrator was continuing to live despite her despair.
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You’re right. My father passed away in February and I’m still trying to keep the candle burning. Thank you for your comments.
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What an overwhelming lonesomeness you’ve captured here.
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Great imagery here.
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