In SpiritA Poem by Chris Shaw
We are in time a mote of dust,
a pin prick in an ocean sky. While some may catch the comet's flare, each one of us is doomed to die. What causes some to burn so bright when most live out their lives in night? I'd like to dance above the clouds, do cartwheels over mountains high. Chase rainbows to the valley's end and grow two wings so I might fly. These things I may not do on earth, but will in spirit with re-birth.
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Added on May 15, 2018Last Updated on May 15, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more.. |


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