Sunday, 3 June 2012


Trapped in the stubble of his beard
Was a zephyr of mystery
Of thoughts that resided within him.

Unfurled within his reach
Were sylphlike convictions
Of men filled with self-doubt.

Ideas, fettered in frail minds,
Walked away to their freedoms
Further delaying the take-off.

So, unshaken, he carved a path
On the rock hardened by naysayers
Bit by bit, piece by piece
Till a towering statue of magnificence
Stood in place.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Inspiring and uplifting, as always, kiddo! I like the carving of a path "on the rock hardened by naysayers".

echoesofthehills said...

As always, thanks a lot, Koko.:)

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