LOST

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I journeyed into
The mountains of ice.
Ran headfirst into
The trap of being nice.

I jumped here,
Jumped all over,
Reached nowhere,
Right in front of a clover.

I took it to be luck,
So I let my feeling run amok.

Once again
I jumped everywhere,
And once again,
I reached nowhere.

So I’ll raise a toast,
And will not boast,
That I was lost
In this white frost.

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2 thoughts on “LOST

  1. I like the way you have included the clover leaves as harbingers of good luck but yet brought the poem in a complete circle..
    Though I feel the lines “Ran headfirst into/The trap of being nice” could have been elaborated even more. But a beautiful poem nonetheless.

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