Seventeen Is the Lucky Number
Set out on hope to build idyllic life
in an impaired world swept by storm of strife,
wandered with heart’s bowl with dregs of empath,
sense of veneration lost on rough path.
Mind became fragile in grip of weakness,
broke supine dreams, stowed in wasteland recess.
Lamenting harsh time making life fallow,
enmeshed in calm clasp of weeping willow.
Ten long years I weathered the wild winter
till I had incidental encounter
with you, aura of sun glowed, I could see,
within your warm heart would you shelter me.
July 18, 2019
Syllable count : 10 each line
(checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : 17 is the Lucky Number
Sponsor : Lu Loo
Theme chosen : Shelter Me
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