Apr 4
I never asked for rings of gold.
Sapphires to adorn my lobes.
Things at a great price sold.
Or delicate spider silk robes.
I prefer these times.
Of quiet satisfaction.
Laughing so loud I can't hear the clock chimes.
Reading, writing, taking action.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
