A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

An Old Pilgrim

Dreaming through class, presently important,
you feel dizzy as if you stood up too fast,
looking ahead, you see the incredible uphill,
and each battled-over step leaves you weaker,
yet in reflection, every move feeds your hunger,
I encourage you, struggle for the equilibrium,
at which your final wind shall blow open new breath.

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