#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness
But there's price of sleeping in cold night
A stolen life, granted by caring fathers
Who never taugh me the price of evil
In the dark street were i sleep
Rests of others as i remain in the shadows
I fall asleep wait for better tomorow
Dream with coloured flowers
And mountains full of snow
Special thoughs round my mind
And those lillies i saw yesterday
Gave me food to my heart.
I beg for food, shelter and kindness
I need horses, swords and wings
To prove myself my bravure
I will rise and florish in this dificult landscape.