poems wildetecture wildetect
Friday, October 14, 2016
Synoptic
Nuggets of gold
, to the touch are cold.
a perceived
treasure
.
Arrogant ideas, heighten our fears,
As we
repent
in leasure.
Warmth of flesh, is always fresh,
a
value
beyond measure.
Do not be
misled
,
real value
, it is said.
Real lo
ve
is
immense pleasure
.
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