The Next Mile

Parent Poem: Antagony, Gently Go ..On

 

I see mountains, rivers, islands as such

 feel the breeze, heights and it's chilled touch

I hear voices of color, music and culture

can't get enough, searching like a vulture

 

 

I taste the familiar, the unknown, the new

exhilarated, stuffing my face no second spared to chew

I touch her body of green, brown and blue

taken by beauty and destruction still due

 

I take part in moments of silence, laughter and song

never did I imagine life so dreamy and strong

I pick up my bag, hat and smile

ready to go the next mile....

 

... Who am I ?

 

The End

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