Rags of words

A rag bed shall invoke pleasant
Would-have-beens, challenges
At a summit top of endeavour,
The red fluttering rag one had
Sunk in snowy conquest’s peak
On path strewn with hangings.

Such is power of rags of words
Thrown at the winds at random
That they turn acted out events
To be nostalgic about some day.

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