The edges of the picture seemed blurred
a yellow hue stained throughout
- that was how I remembered it, at least.
A match made in heaven I had thought at the time.
How incredibly naïve of me,
how idealistic and twisted, my young mind.
Tainted by life,
I now realize
my heart was always a prisoner
and I, an illegal immigrant
fleeing a burning land.
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Very sad and touching piece!
slaves to whom?
How very beautiful.
You continue to impress me.
I would like to think it is the genes, but you have a gift that came from elsewhere.
Well done, darling daughter, and please continue to follow the words of your heart.
I loved this. I think we’ve all been there, done that. Can understand.
..the beauty of words shines bright in yr post…