Sometimes losing happens...
As buttery light melts over ponds,
Over debauched shorelines, over virginal fronds
Sometimes losing happens...
As handshakes freeze in peace
As freedom forges ahead, yet wholesome trust depletes
Sometimes losing happens...
When a finish line cuts through a grip
When the body teeters forward, when the mind does a flip
Sometimes losing happens...
In the shadows of sanctimonious sinning,
In the dimension of retreat and some really doubtful winning.
3 comments:
I am speechless...some day your poems should be in text books...just waiting to see your published works
really really nice! and I do agree with the above comment.
:-) Thank you!
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