Half Empty, Half Full
How is this world
heavy pockets, empty soul
scent all over their body
but words are so foul...
Look how beautiful that
falling leave is
wow it's grace and lovely pave is
stones covered in those, such
that, like beard of man, before shave
Chirping birds, sounds of gold
every ounce of it, is in mold
molded gold's price a thousands fold
No patience it carries, cause
in seconds all those sold
How is this world
heavy pockets, empty soul
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