Once upon a time, a tramp
Had no useful dime, the pot
Of love was empty, such pity.
On a voyage embarked, a ship
Carrying the baggage of value
Little that meant to the world.
Can't satisfy the thirst, an ocean
Of dried water nurture plants
Wilted and dry; where ships can't sail.
C.
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
