Friday, August 3, 2018

A piece of poem in the late Summer evening


Life is…

by Jean Lee

a lonely stroll in the canopy
sometimes shiny with woodnotes,
oftentimes hairy as a mapless navigation,
full of balmy breeze like a soft pat on your tired back,
tainted by unwanted noise from passers-by,
celebrated with ephemeral flame around a bonfire,
fascinated at something new in each twists and turns,
paused by thoughts and doubts at a forked road,
continuing with hopes, regrets, confidence, turbulence, love, peace, ….
and remembered by one or two
                 who will always keep you at heart, 
who will not judge your paths,
and who will be proud of you for just being you


                                               


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