The Ambiance Of Greatness

I climb myself up.
My feet are hardwork.
I have invincible strengths.
Superstition is not my faith.

I hate mornings in dark clouds.
My hands navigate the blue skies.
Seasons change and I choose you.
The ambiance of greatness can’t lose.

To be where I am is success.
I swim fast with courage.
Fear cannot entirely drown me.
I adore the ability of my arms.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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8 Responses to The Ambiance Of Greatness

  1. brunda bru says:

    wah, that was really good:)was fully engrossed into it:)

  2. Ashish kumar says:

    Beautiful poem… liked it… 🙂

  3. Very captivating of my attention!!

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