Sunday, 23 August 2015

Passion

Passion, red and hot;
driving me mad;
making me crave
for soaring heights

Emotions within me;
sometimes postive;
sometimes negative;
make me fly high
or fall down the sky

The climb is hard;
everyone says;
maybe they are fearful;
or wary of my success;

The distance is long;
not very long;
but filled with blocks;
stopping me;
every time I step forward

Life is difficult;
like bed of thorns
pricking every time
I step on them

I don't give up;
I can't give up;
I am up already;
fearless of falling
while my passion
stays strong


Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...