In Parchment
I read in a parchment
A name!
Not sure
Pansy or
Golden buttons tansy.
The sound of the guitar,
The probe of the singer,
And the joy of a listener,
The dance of souls are simpatico abstract.
Then I turned to my inner
I look like an old
My thoughts are somehow old
What about my feelings?
I do not know
Some old & some new.
Tired of reading
Tired of myself
I wonder of people like me!
I wonder of people who like me.
Is it me!?
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