I’ve planted seeds in fertile soil,
What will grow?
I’ve dropped a hundred dimes in an empty cup?
Still they answer no.
Nowhere but up to go.
Along a path that veers many corners.
Stepping softly in the morning.
Till the sun blinks and the moon dose rise.
Forever walking, outside of disguise.
- Author: RSM (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: October 24th, 2024 08:22
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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