05 My 05 Poem by Paris Thulare

So much years in the frontier
And still breathing,
This place is the awesome of the world,
Even the land wanted me dead
I remember when,
The deeper the cold soaked into my bones,
And the rain made footsteps with stings of wonders and pains
I was there a knight casting my role

I am blessed really,
I watched souls varnish
And as always I dodged the bullets
Kept my faith stronger,
And my soul brighter

I'm here today, thanking my ancestors and the one above,
The road itself was a game of thrones.
But I made it 365 over

Hi
My Name is Paris Thulare
I'm the soldier of words
And this is neither the beginning
Or the end of my story.