ONE DAY AT A TIME
224,356 poems read
open my soul like rose buds do,
then the tune withers away,
just like the dust in the wind.
The ground I walk on is rigorous,
so why do I not feel its true essence,
one nature planted with God's seeds!
Has it been lifted like dust in the wind?
The air I breath is all I really need,
but why can I not cope with its density?
Man has built the polluted atmosphere,
and blown fumes to the dust in the wind.
In fields untouched by man,
I feel nature's breeze with its purity.
The flower's aroma of glory and delight,
allowing dust in the wind to prevail upon.
Love I still yearn for strongly within,
once upon a time used to fill me so,
with desire for a sense of realization,
so I too am lost with that dust in the wind.
My passion for life will keep on going strong.
Removing obstacles I shatter along the way,
will allow my gifted strenghth to be fearless,
and not to ever let go, just like dust in the wind.
Yana Petkov
25th January 2004