Mochi Catching Contest

The frosty gale glided through my thin fleece,

Rattled the bones underneath, yet failing to

Dampen the blaze that burned within beneath

its marrow; like snow, to catch them I flew;

 

Jump after leap I reached for the soft sweet

In the obscure sky, hopelessly failing every

attempt; but one, one deplorable treat

would feather the weight I suffered, so heavy.

 

Snatched from my reach, my fiery desire

Was doused, and the cold, bitterness of snow

flooded my soul, but yet to discover,

nestled in white cushions, lay the pale dough.

 

Blinded by one path, defeated once we fail,

seek chances elsewhere, your goals will prevail.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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