Her innocent laugh,
Her glittering eyes.
Her light heart..
Flies high!
Nothing to worry about,
Lost in her own world,
She swings...
Hoping she will reach the sky
..............................................................

A shadow's cast
Over her innocent life...
With a heavy heart
She tries to fly.
Lost in a maze, of guilt and lies,
She swings high
Hoping,
That her cries will be heard.
Hoping,
That she can find the glitter lost in her eyes!

[Picture taken from Google]

Comments

  1. Carnett RoseJuly 22, 2011 at 8:25 AM

    Why must you always swing between the extremes? There's a thing called balance and it would do you good to attempt at creating a character who carries both happiness and misery within her. That is the real strength of writing.

    Other than that, it's as good as I would expect from you, but you can and should aim higher. :)

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  2. S.July 22, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    Lovely poem and i loved the picture. :)

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  3. Pramoda MeduriJuly 23, 2011 at 12:34 AM

    Lovelyyy :)

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  4. sjmachJuly 23, 2011 at 1:43 AM

    @Rose: She does that always....

    But she is good writer....

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  5. Blasphemous AestheteJuly 23, 2011 at 8:09 AM

    Perhaps, the world shows its ugly face to innocent beings lending them a heavy heart. The not so innocent ones, well, they make up the world.

    Nice read, I do hope she soars despite of everything that might seem wrong.

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  6. Brian MillerJuly 24, 2011 at 9:54 AM

    i hope she finds that glitter as well...there is a nice contrast in the two stanzas...

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  7. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺July 29, 2011 at 4:56 AM

    Hope her heavy heart's cleared...and her silent cries are heard

    Nice poem :)

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