That was a suweeeet poem laced with bitter sorrow!Standing on the threshold of youth,Armed to build a new life ahead.Here I am, melted by just a balloon,Wishing I could give it all up instead. Beautiful!The parting notes reeked of the last lines in Wordsworth's Daffodils -- the "inward eye" that the poet harked of. RhettPS I will follow your blog. You write really well.
I read atleast 20 pieces a day"Being childlike didn't make me a child again.I could play on the swing and fly my kite.Dance while it rained on the streets,Yet, all it bestowed was a moment's respite."This is tops for today!
I wud also recommend you to readhttp://the-eloquence.blogspot.com/She has the same questions as you :)
That's too lavish praise to say it was tops for the day..Anyway, thank u
simple and sweet....!!! a dream seen by many but achieved by few.....
Excellent piece Aks...Way to go girl...you write really well...
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