This short stint
beneath the sun
has seen me
stretching for the stars, for
nothing other than
knowing that before
the earth shades
what I must shed
I took a chance to
reach for what
seemed beyond me,
if not for
a thing at all
to savour the joy
of labouring to be
more than what
I might have
been.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
This short stint
beneath the sun
has seen me
stretching for the stars, for
nothing other than
knowing that before
the earth shades
what I must shed
I took a chance to
reach for what
seemed beyond me,
if not for
a thing at all
to savour the joy
of labouring to be
more than what
I might have
been.
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