Legacy
How does one carry the world?
On their back like a snail.
Old ways.
Head held low, eyes high, progress
cold...
Slow...
Crawl along the rough terrain
steadily...
And leave behind you a silvery
legacy.
Copyright © Brittany Starks | Year Posted 2023
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