Like The Sand Of Morocco
Poem About Finding True Colors Of Oneself
There are many unrealized travels in life
Because The soul is always moving
Either Soaring, Doing or Ruminating
Prolonged even if there are troubles
So I Never fear shallow steps into the abyss
But look towards days elevated like Mountains
Yet I must accept my true colors and settle in and just be
Like the sand of Morocco
Usually Feeling as if doors are surrounding me
I’m now clear enough in my mind to be strong
As things are always on the a horizon like the endless ocean
I know I’ll always be forever and eternally known as me.
About the Creator
Benito Di Franko
Hi, I'm a poet, writer, and also a visual artist, and aspiring Filmmaker. I look to create progressive bodies of work that are introspective, stark, socially aware and based around culture and identity while a building a community.
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