Bring me the seas so I shall swim,
Upon the waves of whim.
As seldom fall and dance,
In the oceans blue glance.
For if it yet be to drown,
Of loneliness in the cold hard town,
Then falter this way down.
As the floating golden crown.
Pays witness to meek, and poor,
As the dollar lure.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2026 16:05
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Comments1
A lovely poem that in the complexity of its lines speaks to the simplicity of wealth's lure. Lovely and a fave
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