A stone upon this vast domain
I travel, sealed by fate
to stand alone among my own
and beckon all: It’s late!
There’s light beyond; press on, press on—
You’ll see—it’s time—make haste—
Lay aside—you cannot hide—
Hold on—let go of waste.
“Leave me be in agony.”
Wake up, my friend—no way!
A stone within this promise land,
you’ll win—I’ll win! The race!
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And by the definitive sound of this compelling poem, you have the victory in the bag already !
Very atmospheric poem, supplemented with an incredible and serene graphic..
Peter