Comments about Darwin Kiong
On the journey I walk is straight.
Ahead leads to light, gold and fate.
Very consistent with my pace,
Till I tripped on a stone in place.
My foot got hurt hitting the rock,
So I stayed and assessed my luck.
My toes were red, swelling and sore,
While the stone remained at the core.
Agonized to tears if I may,
But then again let me say,
That a man's heart won't ever cry,
Until its broken; that is why.
Forget the foot, I found something!
Myself amazed at the sighting.
In the field of grass and flowers,
There I went ...