#WritcoPoemPrompt125
And the vibe is perplexing you towards the end of the race,
In a lonely, stony location,
Because the missing piece is bonded in a certain place,
In a faraway, poison-free constellation,
Where the land has beautiful faces,
The hope of many years, is coming to fruition,
Life is a journey of many races,
It's not a competition.
© Toobrightanthony