I fly up
soar do I
with a speed
not even sound
could overcome
I gather strength
gain I momentum
up I go
piercing through
like a wind
gently pass
rather merge
into eternity.
Day: July 25, 2015
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The Tournament.
Going across the bridge
not in a hurry
saw a small ridge
something to worry
stopped awhile
deliberated for a moment
crossed without a trial
well, has won the tournament.
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