Soaring Highest Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
Soaring Highest
I'm just a grain of sand
only visible in the palm of your hand
I am dust in the far land
the air of life in so many blends
but this little grain of sand
constantly survive
all kinds
of lives
I'm so tiny
not worth a penny
but no tools can break me
in the foreign land of sovereignty
I can only produce myself
after having dug deep, deepest delved
the smallest on earth
in many eyes not a pennyworth
but in the palm of your hand
I am soaring highest in any land
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
part1 The poetic degree of this text is very high, its imagery are innovative and new, and its connotations are beautiful and important,
part2 yes with humility we go up to the top, excellent dear poet sharing this gem with us and thanks
sorry--I heb net gezien---any way it is great..a grain of sand is solid...unbreakable- 5 stars top score
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7/23/2025 9:29:55 PM # 1.0.0
5stars for this beautiful poem. I love.