Jul 30
Oh what a pair we make,
The group couldn't take.
Raising the sign above our heads,
Me and you, in separate beds.
Together and alone, we toil,
To bring forth, new soil.
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Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 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 ab...
New Soil
Jul 30
Oh what a pair we make,
The group couldn't take.
Raising the sign above our heads,
Me and you, in separate beds.
Together and alone, we toil,
To bring forth, new soil.
