I am 30 beyond,
Halfway to seniority.
However, I feel,
My colors persist,
Not a single fade.
My youth beside me,
I'm still able to play,
Numbers have no meaning,
Beauty persists,
Without a single shade.
Brave & brilliant,
Promises ranking strong,
Courage firm as rock,
Even bolder than before,
No gloom or falter.
Minutes pass,
They bring me closer,
To spots of fire,
With fiery passion,
Lighting bright all corners.
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Reflections of the Son 2014: Shifting Sands
PoetryThis is YEAR SEVEN of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2014; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 2 bonus poem...
