gold was I given
discard along
crooked path
I wandered.
predilection undefined
abalone, bloodstone
unearned wealth
squandered.
casting call
grain alcohol
perjury beckons
bequeath sorrow
upon tomorrow
for I can hold
no more today.
Take the flower
offered
a little lighter
coffer
hand of gold
proffered,
intricate, this
subtle parlay.
Of substance,
shared sustenance
and shadow play.
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Wonderful use of words!
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Thank you my friend 🙏
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Brilliant
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Thank you very much 🙏🖤
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Love this one – although the words you use and the images they conjure are always so mightily impressive 🖤
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Thank you so much 🙏🖤
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No problem 🖤
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Lovely!
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Thank you very much
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