runaway …
Young bird! Are thou lost o’er the sea?
Without a goal, thou seem to fly
Running from whom, hiding from thee?
Like all before, thou deem to die
For I have known, having sadness to own
Years of tears, my eyes in drought
Problems are thine and thine alone
Without a fight, life’s all but lost

January 15th, 2008 05:48
I am assuming this is your own. It is a very nice start, to say the least.
January 17th, 2008 02:27
This is among your best ones….its beauty lies in its simplicity…beautifully written!!!
July 27th, 2008 19:18
discovering a new world …