As I think, am I right?
Where are the true delights?
In the form of power and prestige?
Or the simple things, that supply our needs?
Loving friends, a cosy home, peace within, a kingdom grown.
To share your abundance, with strangers and friends,
To love with power, to the end.
To know the truth is wealth indeed.
And it springs from the smallest seed.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Your poem just planted a seed! Thanks for sharing.
As I say - good write 2.
Superb. Well done.
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