Green field
Shiny dream.
These noises in the air
sounding like a buzz of
honey bees; flying by,
flying by, the air.
You see
four shadows of me, moving along with me.
I feel my hair is flying with movement
I am taking.
I am talking with my own self.
Aiming for the game,
to win to win.
Shadows of hundred applause, on one side
and hundred eyes on me
for defaming my ways; on the other.
I can say, I know players
and I can play.
Commercials of digital advertise on the sidetracks
about cars, chase and costly desires,
Which makes me think what is mine?
but I don't have the time to react or
get lost, people are always
there to find me
And see me on the spotlight
moving for the aim.
My goal, for my team,
for my veins
for my state
And to my cold hearted friends.
No , I won't ever give up
till the end
of the last breath.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poesie[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
