Passage Poem by Daniel C. Robinson Jr.

Passage



As high on a mountain that I stand.
Looking down, looking up disbelieving
where I am.

Looking beyond the mirror at
Who I am.
A lifetime person to
Understand.

Pitching the pieces of who I was
To the pigeons, the sparrows,
The doves.

With each pieces that drops in the sea.
My soul sings loudly.
Me really being me.

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Daniel C. Robinson Jr.

Daniel C. Robinson Jr.

Lake Worth, Florida, USA
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