The small sucesses 'long the way
like coloured flags that furl and sway
as I recite the pitted road
that brought me where the cool air blowed
Down, from the peaks and valleys snowed.
I may never reach those heights,
but I stitched my flags into a kite;
red and blue and yellow.
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beautiful. it says it all precisely and colorfully. I like it :)
ReplyDeletewell done this is a very truthful poem and it is fantastic.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much marinela :)
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