Support

Oh such endless support,
Makes me feel so loved.
I'll jump, run and soon deport,
and make all things worth.

For now should I cry,
Or should I just embrace?
Moments out of dry,
In this wavy race.

A bow for the crowd,
Done in dire grace,
Proud, proud and proud,
A string into lace.

thank you all for supporting my first book:
Pieces of Life