IF my eyelids & smile abate,
If i ever get a pinch of taste
of forgiven love
  Will I see eyes of green or
blue?  oh i chose the North,
or the land of Vines?
 — instead cold & damp and feelings;
the tired winds my friend ; longing
are hopes for a wrong thing —
her hair array:  so now to become
the traveler of yore
within a blessed quote of, “come oh
will you not come — won’t you come
to me?”
    those green leafs shall never
open it’s presence toward those
doors to me again.

:: 07.10.2020 ::

i will take on any noticed poet today
and give him 1000.00 USD if the masses
say he is better than me. Offer expires
07/21/2020

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