pure poetry

Profound Dream

In poverty I was, years ago
Profound dream I’d set, of how I don’t know
To be in a place foreign and far
Neither clothes have I, nor coins, nor car

The way up is high, hard, and harsh
Yet here I am now, profound dream I’d touched
Am I at the top? Consider it not
The path is way higher, no room to give up

The Daily Post: Profound

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