life is so precious
which is why I want to be
but what am I worth?
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Demar Desu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 2nd, 2026 01:04
- Category: Haiku
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We are all worth the air we breath
There’s some bad air quality out here
Must have been a fart
You're worth gold to me, my friend.
Sweet
Valuable and worthy are we all.
Agree
You are worth all the Imagination, awareness, energy, memory, mobility, intuition, humor, emotion, intellect, reproductive energy, will, and mystery that has been invested in you, Demar! Who is the Investor? I have no idea!
That definitely cheered me up… thank you.. I hope to make my stakeholders proud
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Demar, methinks you answered your own question in one word…precious…meaning invaluable. The how of that lies within you, in that place of your soul…where God’s breath, God’s spirit lives in us all…at least as I understand it, not to project onto you. And it is yours to discover. May it be so, my brother. Very profound poem…thankful you shared. 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛
Much appreciated response TRL
Now this is really sad, but I'm here to tell you from my own experience you can truly be what ever you want. We also live in a world that is much more excepting. Hopefully the Trump era won't take us back 100 years. 💜
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