Exhaled

There’s peace in every poetry A poet, a writer, a dancer A person so witty A thought, an expression, a feeling Painted with colours, bold and vibrant. Eureka! Bingo! I told you so! Oh, how sweet ole life is. Yet the road always seems too long Never ending twirls and turns The pebbles on pathways getting steeper The road to the unknown speaks to us The skies plays a different tune, much sweeter The feet, touched the ground so firmly I, so small have nothing Still chokes and breathe and continue, living.