the romance must die as it always has alone frightened and unaware of the intricate fixings that held it together sustained the one true innocence before purity had been stained in solitude one grows up and leaves the child behind
02/28/2007
Posted on 02/28/2007Copyright © 2024 Kristi Paik
You captured the feeling of being "lost" quite well in this piece; especially in the last stanza. Very well done!
this is sad, but true, short, but deep, practical but against the dreams...well written and pointed with a gap of space for interpretation. not given away by the title, but hinted at..fine stuff kp
Yes, a solitude I recognize--well expressed.
