Life in a bubble,
coddled and fondled,
petrified when you tumble.
Hobble and wobble,
what's a risk w'thout
a bruise from a lil' stumble?
But oh, the simple joy of mud on your face,
and autumn leaves entangled in your hair.
Reach depths,
that you might reach heights.
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Written whilst waiting for an event to start at our horrendous Malaysian timing.
2 comments:
I would click " like " if there was a like button =)
Love reading yr posts... esp on poetry.
Btw, I feel you on the horrendous M'sian timing thing.
I like yours more!
2 hours late it started. mann..
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