Reflections
Just reflections
Under reflections
Five lines, eight syllabic free verse poem ☺️
Beauty of victory
Journey to victory... Has began.
Memories kept abay washed but
not cleaned up at a shore called hope
Like the star fish sticks to her lot
Hung my mellowed selfless lone heart
The light's up... Clarity begins
Focus beams dark tunnel route up
There the self's lone heart walk-on solo
Trophy lie await champion's grip
But then ends not pursuits of price
Groans of tiredness and give-ups
Noise of sore feet resounds bare road
The sheep roars victory songs of joy
Unannounced success of tolls from
self now visible and flows deep
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