((This is a series))
The time will come, when he'll steal
The title he was meant for
Through his aplomb, that could never be veiled
Here he goes, to the world so large
Good or bad, soft or harsh
Doesn't know, what he'll do
He's just gone, to give a start new
Wishes to gain something from what he does
To his dreams, now he won't hush
But, as said earlier
There are numerous barriers
The people out there, they'll stop him from triumph
Hindering him away from his life
Either they never want to see him succeed
Or, simply are playing with the sagacious feet
((Continued..))
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AURORA • #Wattys2016
PoetryAurora is the dawn It is when the daylight is shown Aurora is clarity When there's no place for depravity Aurora is reality Where realization is purity Aurora is ironical brightness Where even the dark has a presence Aurora is about all The summer...
