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.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
The Betrayal | Kira’s Art | Wipe Away Our Shadow
Oh that closing stanza is amazing, insightful, brilliantly written and Simply superb Kira, this is a great read thank you for sharing, have a super day ahead:)
Excellent write heartfelt!
Yes, everything does seem to have a price put on it. I have come to find that highly irritating, even contemptible. Did you do the artwork as well?
Beautifully written Kira. Brilliant imagery and word choices. Really love the closing lines, Kira Shimoni Fulks.