To Be Poem by Keilani Poetry
To Be
Lately
when the winds sing
they remind me
of who I am
that the lines we draw
straight or curved
in the end
all converge
the twine that cobbles
our lofty sails
skillfully we bind
‘gainst whistling gales
after sundry batterings
at high sea
that the lines we draw straight or curved in the end all converge----Beautiful poem!
I especially like…when the winds sing they remind me of who I am!
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5/28/2023 5:48:05 AM # 1.0.0.1113
Wonderful.... so beautifully penned. Top score.