Gunpowder sky-sharks
Spun, crackled; are gone
‘Neath their magic sparks
We laughed, loved and shone.
But this is silver time
Passing on by –
Fresh mountain stream
And long-drop falls –
And knowledge and winter
Have three corners:
I guess I’m on a
Pine-wrapped path to the third:
A path that the emperor’s troops
Would know, and kneeling within,
Young traveller in older bones
Hears the truths the
Friendly way-spirits sing.
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An awesome blog you have here 🙂
Blushing here, but thank you very much.
I find the way in which you write to be quite interesting! Thanks for sharing these…
Inspiring! I’m a traveller at heart and love how you put visions and thoughts into poetry!