Love with the heart
And open arms, so says
The owl to the
Lost boy as he emerges
From the shadows
He talks,
Briefly, with the wise one
On the island
Of destiny surrounded
By dreams
With vibes of love
And passion, he finds himself
In the city of light
Chasing the vanishing dream
With a smile
Still doing
The daily battle for survival,
Poor soul, but crossing
The Sacred River on the edge
Is not for the faint-hearted
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
8 comments:
Beautiful poems. Please write more!
The lost boy is a survivor obviously and what he endures is probably more that most of us could survive. I really like hearing about the brave lovely boy.
By the way, Fancy, have you seen this book:
http://www.alongwaygone.com/
You are absolutely right, Technobabe. The lost boy is, indeed, a brave survivor.
Thank you for your clear understanding of the plight of the lost boy.
You are absolutely right, Technobabe. The lost boy is, indeed, a brave survivor.
Thank you for your clear understanding of the plight of the lost boy.
No. I have not seen the book, Technobabe. But I'll check it out. Thanks for sharing!
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