Sunday Scribblings #309 – Search, I wrote a Quintain
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The crying child will fall at last alone
with empty arms that we deceived him with
The whining wind of old is now all gone
to play its games around the house a bit
And search the path of days that runs forlorn.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image courtesy ShutterStock
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yes, children run around and play games
Wonderful wonderful way to write.I like your style. 🙂
So sad for a child to be alone. Lovely imagery
Thanks to:
zongrik – it’s so much like them! Only sometimes, that may truly be dangerous, too.
Yajnaa – you are very kind! I’m happy you enjoyed it.
Daydreamertoo – sad, that is true! Your words are very kind.
Beautiful and haunting and in many case so
achingly true.
Paige – only after I wrote it, I took in the complete haunting-ness of what I’d just described. As usual, my original idea went astray and the end result is a completely different thing. And I am thankful for that gift! Thank you for reading and commenting!