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)
- Published: October 24th, 2024 08:22
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 46
Comments3
Great write
Thank you.
Cryptic and intriguing it meanders along the way. Walking outside of disguise is being who you are. Nicely done
I was thinking outside someone else's disguise but it turned out the way it was written. Lol
I enjoyed reading this
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