What is ahead? I can never tell
Resounding loudly like church's bell
What is ahead? I cannot say
Uncertain as I am, I know the way
Trust no certainty of whatever vanity
Tomorrow's unknown, yet I stroll willingly
In the hazy mist, walk without a guide
Though doubtful, travel with utmost pride
On any journey, you'll see on the peak
The future that you longingly seek
Though from there you are going down
Feel the breeze with a smile, not a frown
Steer yourself towards the better choice
On the foot, settle down as you rejoice
Look back at the hill you once encountered
Knowing fully that in life, you conquered
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Falling Leaves
PoetryA small collection of originally written poems about life. This is my first work here so expect occasional updates without fixed time intervals.
