Aspiring Thoughts

When the wind blows still and the stars echo in the night, I sit here and I feel my thoughts.

There is the will, like that of a salmon swimming up stream, never will I be deterred to follow my heart.

The dreams as I float in it’s presence march off to advance in the future taking root firmly spirling and ascending.

But If I sit like a stone where will I be? I will just grow hard and go nowhere a bubble that is popped never reforms.

Greg O\\\'Neill

Author: Greg.O

I like to try different ways in poetry, I have only recently started to publicize my poetry. All good for a bit of fun. Don't think my poetry is personal as most is not.

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