Walking a new path, rough as it is
Though a little unsure, I aimed at the peak
With a slow rush of warnings and
Deep whispers from the breeze
Seeping into my breaths
I fell feeble
I fell weak
I looked back at the flowery land
Blooming with Daisies and
Fragrance in the leaves
I realize, Life has got in store
Some twinkling fruits that are sweet
Broader the day looked
Brighter the sunshine
But in the will of this world
There is no path of mine
Jumping the fence
And letting the leashes free
Greasing the choice of bliss
Into the hopeless lands, I flee
Seeping in, slow
Were the whispers of the breeze
Where there is no wind, There is no rain
But like a warrior, I will shine
Taking the pain, that is rightfully mine
For in the sky, is a golden hue
When the clouds make a move
Picking the pebbles,
Counting them down
I walked through the roads,
Singing rhythms of my own
Walking a new path, Rough as it is
No wonder I finally made history.
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Hatsuhinode, The First Sunrise.
PoésieEver heard about 'The land of the rising sun..'? Yes, That's Japan. And Hatsuhinode in Japanese means 'The First Sunrise.' of the year which also remarks a major celebration in Japan. This book comes to you as that first sunrise you might need, to c...
