It Is My Desire
It may matter
not, if it makes
you feel it is free
from its hold.
Hunting its likes,
It makes me feel free,
its possession brings
with it, Joy untold.
When It finds one
It soon chases me
to seek its new goals,
its toys now more bold.
Forever, It is a chase
and capture, yet it
cycles and it circles
to finds its Gold.
Contest: IT
Sponsored by: John lawless
December 1, 2017
Copyright © Sathya Babu | Year Posted 2017
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