These Things (B.u.d)

sagesmoke

These things we know

They will grow

But not on others

For naught you'll sell

A crop of diamonds

For a drop of strange water

 

Wasted on this ground.

 

Before understanding dawned

We never sought to walk the sky,

 

Did we?  We did.  But we knew 

not how to stay forever.  Just visited

Sometimes in childhood, now

 

When the mild spool unwinds to there.

 

  • Author: sagesmoke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2024 21:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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