Upon A Dream's Dying by sazzart
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Bryce Art Words/Poem:www.sazzart.com
Comments (11)
idiot_sphinx
Survival is the key.....The things that surround surviving, are the joys and pains of life. No one ever granted that it would all be lovely gifts of comfort our life long. As we age, we see through more oppressed eyes, and forget that there are things around us that are miraculous. A very heartfelt poem and telling design. Well done !!~*****~!!
Druidstorm
Saz thank you for the thought mate, Riven will always shine within my heart...An image and words brought forth from the inner wisdom of the dream...Excellent art!!!...:))
argiebooze
Thanks for this wonderful work and the usual courage you have to speak your mind and soul from their depths. The impact of your graphic art, sometimes makes us forget your great talent as a writer also. I'll cherish this image in my collection!
Richardphotos
I would have to agree with Sharon-very fine prose and image****
fenixcats
:-) :-) :-) Like wine, you are getting better over time!
buzz69
stunning composition and poetry!! love the words saz and really love this image too!! VOTE
Mondwin
Beauty prose and really splendid composition!!!bravo!!vote!!:DDD
jocko500
super image and words time will heal all hurts just hang in there
dashboard_jehovah
Beautiful insight into the souls of those who survive!...to just be a survivor is the easy part, what you do beyond that accomplishment is the real test! You have passed that test in life...and will most likely meet any other challenges head-on and with conviction!
Burpee
What Jehovah said, truly, truly Saz...a survivor YOU are! Bless ya man! **
leanndra
A beautiful, passionate insight into your spirit and mind. Your prose and image brought tears to my eyes. To merely exist, to merely survive, is not enough. For some of us, surviving becomes an endurance race that we can't win anyway. So you stand tall, like a lone tree upon a hill, and endure the storms of life, losing branches, being struck by lightening,tossed about by the wind. But still you stand, and you endure. Leanndra