Beauty Beams From Heart
Those relations alone live long
That judge nor call each other wrong,
But try and know as go along.
In chess one thing touches my heart,
Players combat, kill, watch coins part,
But let none their loved ones depart.
Morning tea seems wise as we rise,
Wise too to hear when old advise,
But never once a fool’s advice!
Beauty always beams from one’s heart,
And resides in soul all apart,
Alas, it’s turned a man-made art.
Seeds of revenge, if sown, falter,
Blood better be washed with water,
With blood, things only get hotter.
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Reflections |06.08.2022| tercet
Poet's Note: I have to call it Terza Rima, which it is not, nor is it a Triolet. It should be called a Tercet, not listed by PS as a poetry form.
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