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| Original Photography by: +Thomas Hawk |
A long way up hill,
Stairs,
Stairs,
She dare not rest.
Wall over wall,
A successful victory?
Not!
A war, her husband.
A battle, her son.
Alone and dismayed,
Indeed she was!
Lost with remorse.
Karma?
She saw it as one.
The top of the hill,
Heaven she saw!
A long journey.
Yet time flew by.
Alone at last,
Yet alone,
She always was.
An unhappy funeral,
For the husband and son.
Not for death,
But for green itself.
A successful war,
She finally had.
The hill, life it was.
Wall over wall,
A successful victory?
Not!
A war, her husband.
A battle, her son.
Alone and dismayed,
Indeed she was!
Lost with remorse.
Karma?
She saw it as one.
The top of the hill,
Heaven she saw!
A long journey.
Yet time flew by.
Alone at last,
Yet alone,
She always was.
An unhappy funeral,
For the husband and son.
Not for death,
But for green itself.
A successful war,
She finally had.
The hill, life it was.
-Erick Flores
I read this over and over... I wanted to get and feel it to the core... and that I did!!!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Can't wait to read more of your work!
How soulful...deep it touches inside.
ReplyDeletewell done!
Hello @~L,
ReplyDeletethank you for that. I am glad to hear you reached its core! Hope to have you back soon!
-Erick Flores
Hello Anshul Gautam!
ReplyDeleteWelcome, nice to see you on my blog! Thank you for commenting in a positive way! I am glad to hear you enjoyed it!
-Erick Flores