"shadows"
The second time around seems harder.
Perhaps slogging through the heavy air,
or seeking that old fire
casts over everything a dim, dark pallor.
Past victories gained have been broken.
Reclaiming new footing, and stalking
rougher higher peaks and eddies
vies with anticipated promises and fortune.
Third time may be much brighter.
Surely the lot revolutions, turns wheels
to a completely fresh canvas?
Sweeps away cobwebs and traps something righter.
Copyright © Sasha K | Year Posted 2010
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