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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