Precious Things Poem by Autumn Winds

Precious Things

Rating: 5.0


All the things I thought would last

Disintegrate before my eyes

All fairy tales believed

Wither at the seams

And when the ash has fallen down

And been scattered by the wind

I'm left with all the broken things

I thought would heal again

Everything I thought I had

I'd keep forevermore

But childish fantises hid the truth

I was locked out side the door

But hidden in my silent thoughts

Was where denial was

Because, missing in time

Was a precious thing of mine

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
The Moonlighter 06 August 2014

Nice work. Great writing.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 02 January 2013

Childish fantasy always misleads us! Nice to read!

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Gajanan Mishra 01 January 2013

Missing in time What a precious thing of mine. Good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems And comment.

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Autumn Winds

Autumn Winds

Sanfrancisco, California
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