Little boy found hard to cope
All the struggle strangled his dream.
Looking forward to a mean
To embrace his thoughts to zenith.
Thinking more and more about
A deporting soul from life
May comfort his dusky strife
With the light which fires out.
Dawn just coming to rephrase
Other day with others plans
Other dreams may rise and hands
Are all crossing on the ways.
Little boy just looking down
While his blue just got no light,
Coldness claws his soul and night
Is still snatching hope and drown.
Life still sings its song but sad
On his heart while stepping doors
Fighting bad, denying wars
While the light can’t reach the add.
But that dawn just shifted the owl
Which staled the dreams and while
A girl glanced at him with smiles
Brought him back from thousands miles
To the peace and light comfort.
Just few smiles saved all his life.
With one smile you can kiss a soul.
I am a Romanian healthcare professional and an amateur writer of prose and poetry. For about 4 years, English has become my secondary language, as I moved to the UK. Yet one of the biggest challenges is writing poetry in English.