Decayed Childhood Poem by cracked pearl

Decayed Childhood



so light and carried away,
she's running through the wastelands,
hoping to find meadows, far away...
doesn't believe that she's spoilt it,
yeah! she's not gonna be a chit again.

seconds tick, beats tack, years after, wrinkles attack
no hand can restore a day,
and days can't remember her,
looking at the mirror and taking aback...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 22 May 2014

Cracked pearl I like your style of poetry

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Ali Aaj 25 November 2011

i liked it, it's speaking..

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