Sunday Scribblings #309 – Search, I wrote a Quintain
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
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We Write Poems said: Make your own wordle and provided a link
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He dared and bought a dusty saddlebag,
A prophet galloping east.
Bold shouts of lean children condemning the rust,
Wise guardian searching the woodland
Reaching the mellow and bare country around.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva