Walking

RSM0812

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) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2024 08:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

    • RSM0812

      Thank you.

    • sorenbarrett

      Cryptic and intriguing it meanders along the way. Walking outside of disguise is being who you are. Nicely done

      • RSM0812

        I was thinking outside someone else's disguise but it turned out the way it was written. Lol

      • Aloo Denish Obiero

        I enjoyed reading this



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