Little Zeke, he admired clowns
Like a zany, he came to towns
Between two poles, a tightrope
Balancing an umbrella, no hope
He walked, till the zephyr blown
Written for
ABC Wednesday, Round of Z
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Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.