Sarajevo 1995 - City On Fire

SARAJEVO 1995 - CITY ON FIRE In the reading of the tea leaves from the light of candle flame, is the vision of the coming of more ways to stay the same. From the smell of incense burning and the taste of sacred wine, is the knowing of the reason God won't let the sun to shine. From the praying to the candle, in the lighted crystal ball, is a love forever turning and the longing for it all. In the seeking not a reason, but the need to see the light, are the words forever coming from our dark and lonely night. There's no answer to the question never asked but understood, Sarajevo was a Palace But tonight it's burning wood. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet