It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

Near

Things close escape attention.

It was a search.

Beyond the torch.

It was a start.

Far away in a sort.

It looked ahead.

Away from the tread.

Mind you it is near.

And it is very dear.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

Made me think of waiting for ‘hope”.