by Sunshine
You have touched me to the cores ya Nor, because this poem speaks of what I and endless people perhaps have on their minds.. |
by Lady Nik
Not gonna take up your time with a lenghty comment just wanted to say I loved this piece you covered so many domains from being a child to growing older. I loved the imagery you used. Very simple but still so beautiful and interesting. I used up my last vote this week but I will be nominating this tomorrow. Keep writing dear. Wonderful work. -Nik |
by The Queen
This is a remarkable -almost- a tale of two people who fell in love when they were younger that they may not be too proud of now. --The reminiscence of childhood, those short ghost stories and how we lived our life --- just the care free kids we are. --- |
Nor, |
Wow... Nano this poem made me speechless! I love it.... every word! The title caught my eye and I was engaged from the start, you told a beautiful story! I loved when you explained childhood memories, there really is nothing better than childhood memories... they always make me smile... Just like your poem... |
by silvershoes
Very, very beautiful, personal, and heart-warming. Maybe more gut-wrenching than heart-warming... made me nostalgic for childhood dreams and young love. Beautifully, flawlessly penned. 5/5 no doubt |
They aren't even words to describe how beautiful this poem is and how it touched me in so many many ways..... Beautiful Heartfelt Heartful Heartbreaking Yet Heart filling write. |
by Blissful
Congrats on the win! Very deserving. :) |
by Cindy
Norhan |
A beautiful story of young love, of first love. When we're younger, love seems to provoke such an innocent curiosity. And then life strikes down the fantasy as we get older. I really appreciate this piece, really took me back. Wonderfully penned, and much enjoyed. |
by Liliana
I guess that is not much more to say than congradulations for the winnings, I will probably not going to be the most brilliant comment but at least you get the ideia, I think you deserved every winning and hope that one day I can write like you, I am too young and still have to much to learn, but it are poems like theese that keep me going on the search of perfection. Keep Going |
I was here for read #97609734979173967934769739 okay! |
I find myself connecting to this piece more now then I did those years ago. Innocence, childhood...love. Such a prominent atmosphere when you're young. It's incredible sometimes how we forsake things in the name of "adulthood." |