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Sunday, 28 February 2010

The Wind surfer

I choose to surf..
The wings of the furthest branch..
I was alive..
I felt alive..
I am alive..


I danced with every
Wind,..
Gust,..
Breeze..

That rained on me..
This was living, excitement adrenaline..

No I would not Hosay..
No way would I Hosay ..
Be like the bulky tree trunk..
Fitting in pigeon holes..
Only to be moved..
Once a while by storms
..
..
Mine was a short life..
This was my gift from time..
So I surf the wings of the furthest branch..
And when I weather, browned and fall..

I know mine was a life lived..
I felt alive..
And danced with the breeze..

4 comments:

  1. what a wonderful life
    http://llmcalling.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/showing-that-you-care.html

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  2. I love the life and spirit and sense of flight in this poem! It abounds with life! Keep soaring those heights!

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  3. I understand. It is a good thing to LIVE one's life doing the things that bring one joy! I feel the same way. I enjoyed your poem, Kodjo.

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  4. This is an incredible lesson wrapped in the beauty of windsurfing. Love this!
    I want to fly, too! :)

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