The first fable was hope and dreams
The second was departure
The next made me a poet
The fourth gave me traps and trials.
The fifth drama fetched me a fantabulous crunch
The sixth one was a combat for perfection
The seventh conceived the heaven's treasure
The eighth turned me a flying man
The ninth poem was when I touched the sky.
The tenth memoir was accomplishment
Whatever I touched became gold and alive
Life is a journey, journey is poetry
A geyser of joy they say
What a delicate marvel it gave
When I was able to unravel.
Originated from various motivational quotes
Scribbled by MX VIT and JC
22/8/2013
Full moon, 1135 pm
V3 café UTP
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