I have one piece
in one hand,
another
on land.
If I be at sea,
no one can follow.
If I be on land,
all is hollow.
If I cross an ocean
I will find no one.
Yet,
I find everyone.
My mind blurs
and mixes
and never rests
until it fixes
my one mistake.
To give such a clue
as to what it is,
I will not to you.
But I will
say this:
to whom that
doesn't miss
will realize it
rhymes with and means only.
It is my next word.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
