02-20-2026, 11:36 PM
This is a short poem, as yet untitled. I'm trying to get to grips with rhythm and subtle bits of ear candy. Any comments greatly appreciated.
Contentment comes not in the catch
but in the breathless chase,
the hope that never dies.
In how we rise each time we fall,
believing something beautiful
lies beyond the next new dawn.
Contentment comes not in the catch
but in the breathless chase,
the hope that never dies.
In how we rise each time we fall,
believing something beautiful
lies beyond the next new dawn.