Silver Coin
A silver coin,
In the glitter of light,
Falls to the ground,
a tinkle of sound,
Spins round and round,
And races to a hiding
under the settee!
Determined not be found,
Not to be value bound,
But to be ground,
back Into its own,
To be pure and precious free,
As before
Not to be enslaved
By human greed!
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