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.
Love
gives
immense pleasure
.
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