I scatter my little trinkets;
They are almost worthless to me.
I used to lust over the glint,
The bright shine of gold and silver.
I need them no longer.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
Possessions
I scatter my little trinkets;
They are almost worthless to me.
I used to lust over the glint,
The bright shine of gold and silver.
I need them no longer.