Light & Distractions

Light & Distractions short poem

To spread light – is my desire
this alluring world calls for me,
even the most beaten boulevard
still doesn’t know me
I am obliged to it.

The soily path
calls for my feet to hug it
I blink to get rid of the distractions
there I can see that ray
that shouts at me
while removing away my hurdles

as I tell it to “hang on”
I forge new distractions
they keep hold of me…

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An interesting verse about noble intentions and how life itself stands in the way..will bring a smile to the readers surely. Nice!

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An interesting view of life. Write on. Good verses.

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