To new openings of light
Or to rabbit holes drowned in greed
To be forgotten, dropped down the murky drain
Or to be treasured by those who find it,
held with frail muddy hands
All in
a single disc of gold
And two sides
Of the same coin.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoesieThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
