Balance
the quaint balance that shadows who we are
comes through hidden channels from a far
while casting aside any sheer doubt
shall sometimes cringed with a faint pout
as the cravings of awful goodness say's now
the meaning of it all brings a mere but how
and yet through the galaxzy that say's shiver
shall forever flow through heavens river
as the niles of jordan calls us to drink
between the thirsty days of shall we think
as the boundaries cater to the hindered so
and yet the land is free but no where to go
while the making of me took many many tears
as the reading shall go on for many many years
as the empty galleries form a drakened night
over the mountains while taking a flight
begans the mere openings of her gentle earth
as the gods began to challenge a rebirth
for with the new the past is already written
as life is beautiful and everyone's forgiven
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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