The girl with the sparkle
and no warmth in her house,
walked paths of scorn & conceit,
found solace in frozen palaces,
and dirt roads, with blisters to burn,
looked at all the eyes,
in foreign kingdoms,
finding but phantoms of
fire & hearth that is
her home.
©Milana Vujkov, Somebody To Fight For Me, 2020
Poets, Mavericks & Prophets 