A Beginning To The End

krutarth

tipsy toes, 

rubber bones,

held him,

atop this world.

 

As he took,

his first stride,

taller, than;

ever before.

 

The ground,

felt not so cold,

as arms grabbed;

the empty air.

 

this cherubic child;

walked; and kept on.

 

only to rest,

 

beneath the same soil,

he took off from.

 

  • Author: krutarth (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2022 10:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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