WHY ?
She shone and delight
revitalized her faded outlook on life.
Mind felt alive, days
daily danced by after defeating any
attempt to hide
the event of love's lightning strike.
Yet time cut the vision
in sudden slices until fate, resenting
the change, stifled
her hope which curled up and died.
She had a dream
adorned with new passion's vitality.
Why did she not see
its fruition could never have been ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2019 03:50
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Comments7
This reads perfectly - just flows and tells such a poignant story. This is what I try (with emphasis on try) to achieve with many of my more serious writings.
Fay you have composed this story so well. I have visions of a ghost like heroine wandering on the moors seeking her dream that never could be.
But I'm a silly romantic who lives a stone's throw from the bronte's playground.
Thanks for your heartfelt write
Another fine write and pic Fay.
How lifes past disappointments can poison hope. Beautifully portrayed in your telling.
Have you ever noticed when one why is answered, another why immediately follows it... This is a super poem Fay.. Not only is it well crafted, it makes me tingle when I read it to myself..... N
Lovely.
Superb write, lost dreams are so sad.
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