#SharedDestinies #poetsworth
In the shadow of laurel ,
It started fresh as a growing sampling.
Still feeling the smell of it as nostalgia,
Thy presence, gave me euphoria.
We've grown with aim to delve,
While we hear past the echoes of age twelve,
Remembering the feisty quarel.

Let this beautiful story not end in dismay.
Like a Phoenix, though it dries let it fly again,
Reaching great heights of life,
Breaking across the strife,
Our destinies are fullfilled.
While our minds with this sharing is thrilled.


© Eclogue paradise