Set not aside your inner child,
Your sense of wonder born of faith—
Without restraint, heart reconciled—
But also real and conceived wraith.
’Cause it’s life’s past, hidden ages,
Joy and fear abreast unmet needs
That shape your story, life’s pages,
Even when bogged down in the weeds.
Let bittersweet tears of heart beguiled
By siren call, shadows of gold,
Flow triumphant when heart gone wild
Guides inner child ‘cross new threshold.
Life’s not a blank canvas, nor stalemate,
Chime in boldly, ere it’s too late.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Joyful Touchstones
Memorabilia in studio on Cobble Ridge, Pittsboro NC
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