Poems 19.MY SON



It is not the first,

Surely not the end,

But it be just a beginning,

Ideas flow you know,

Like a river, it keeps on going,

Let us take a drift.

Keep dreaming never stop,

It is in them that fluctuates your existence.

Keep visioning, keep looking,

It is in the eyes of the eagle that sees far,

Be away but not so close,

It is in this distance that secrets are unraveled,

Those that revolve the world,

Keep going keep on smiling,

My son.

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