Screams through passages like all of the ghosts
Brings to the mind the treasures and riches.
Every word fills in the thoughts as the hosts
All of the actions might still have glitches.
To zoom through it would cheapen the whole Earth.
From the perspective of a clean bandit
Who only goes halfway is a stillbirth.
To the poor in thought the leaders hand it.
By advancing days, weeks, and months, now
The marathon win seems like a true sprint.
Once the spectacle soon takes hold somehow.
The experience will be somewhat spent.
We hold onto the bird of language, wise.
The knowledge and thought ensures that it flies.
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have a wide audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
S.S.
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