These mismatched books
Open one's eyes;
For he will see
More than this lie
These mismatched books
As messy as could be
Shall live another day
For such is poetry
Stacks and stacks
Of gold and gold
Range from dim
To a magnificent glow
Fall from your bag
Into my hands
One would laugh,
Others would blow.
Me myself;
Am so very cold.
YOU ARE READING
ELEVEN EMPTY LINES
Poetry𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 ‼️。𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖘 ˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົ‼️ (give credit if you want idrc><)
