Theta the scholar

Pond

Farmer boy 

Interest - Being in the state of wanting to know more about something or someone 

 

 

  • At the pond I sit and dip my legs 

 

Feeling empty but never dead 

 

  • What I thought was a thorn but was a petal

 

It poked me and felt heavy felt like metal 

 

  • Petal by petal and stem by stem

 

I ponder at the pond when this burden will end 

 

  • But what is this feeling wet and pure

 

What have I done in life to deserve this I am unsure 

 

  • Twas a kiss on the cheek from a flower full of charm 

 

I still don’t know if I am worthy of this rose I grew on my arm

 

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