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Oct 2021
Gold is the gleam, that roams at the top
Go talk to the lucky, then know it wasn’t just luck
Each stairway’s endless, each ending’s a start
Every step’s heavy, every leap’s twice hard
But I won’t stop
Stepping up
A poem for a commissioned painting
Tita Halaman
Written by
Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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