Unstoppable Spirit

By: SUMANTHA

Oct 13 2011

Tags: Hope, Intricate, Realization, Subtle

Category: Poetry

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As my head sinks to the pillow,

I hear children play with their willow

And different cusses they try to swallow.

The drifting clouds seek my full attention,

While the breeze swayed without dejection,

Then the time flew without hesitation.

Well driven was my main mission,

But I lost track of my beautiful vision,

So I ended up dancing in this confusion.

My friends make a fuss and depart,

As if the heavenly world falls apart,

Everyone knows that the angels act their part.

I got to pick up some incredible pace

To save my brutally battered face.

Now let it all go for the sake of the race.

Savour the different facets of the wine,

And don’t fret for an evil pine

For what’s left of you is all divine.