Poetry
It makes me sad
to read such wonderful prose
hidden only cause many seem impaired
lighting dimmed
softness fades
missing true gems, for glittered dreams
Like ones travels
explore
discover hidden Lanes
quiet places are better to savour
wine and enticing poetry
taste better than overpriced grapes
Many are fooled by
by the popularity of bellwethers
who could swindle the pence
out of their mothers purse
actions and words completely reversed
poetry escapes them, rants are not verse
Seekers of praise
purchase their attention
I rather true poets
expressing life's true reflections
nothing has changed
time passes, is always the same
Stained ink on meaningless pages
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