THE LONELY ROSE
Narrow minds and futile battles
shatter dreams that could have been
gone illusions of graceful living
seeking meaning in between.
Falling down and getting up
stumbling all along
to find a balance in a life
that lost its morning song.
Broken glass and tall closed gates
barefoot walking on hot sand
feeling endless wishes burning
and hopes that never end.
Longing for a peaceful respite
from a world that only knows
the price of every little thing
but doesn’t value a lonely rose.
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California