There's a yellow kind of limelight peeking through the window
It makes the evening look like dawn
I wonder what it's like to be a willow on the other side of a yawn
I think it would be better than an ego staring back at me
Oh, but for a corner for the air that I breathe, a comforter and a tea
Perhaps a comfort is past the moment
If we can look past the four walls of our beginnings or if we can climb over them then our soul ceases to cry
Yet wandering souls are like hypocrites to their own salvation
Find yourself somewhere in between the meaning
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Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.
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By Karen Cave5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
A beautiful poetic journey that encourages us to explore the meaning of our existence. The description of light and the internal struggle is enchanting; it managed to touch me deeply.
Spectacular and inspirational!!! Love it!!!
Oh wow. This is gorgeous. Well done.
Nice work
Profound!
"Yet wandering souls are like hypocrites to their own salvation" I especially loved that line. Such a beautiful poem!
Aren't we all & are any of us? In between, gone a wandering, nestled in at home? And isn't it a wonder?
Nice work
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