Revenue
In the bonds of peace
are released sweetness
that are anger release
touches her peace
making a sour begins...
a sweetness apologize
Solely to myself for myself
by myself
I analyze while I'm why ?
why I stutter the thought
of being distraught
and Gathering all the
monies in sack coth
I'm being spiritual enriched
Enriched 100 fold blessed
Revenue
4/10/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2025
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