Moment is Mine

This is a first draft

The rush of the wind hums past my stride

While meandering through a ruined trail

Aged bricks guide the way and ideas collide

With historic moments braided in lucid tale

 

I walk unnoticed by creatures that mutely exist

Not caring where my steps find unfamiliar route

A green reflecting pond to my left harbor no ill gist

For today I live and the moment is mine to farmout

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Wow, very nicely written and the flow is really amazing.
I like your write, found it deep.

[Lori Grace]

Thank you for your review, it means alot!!