Sustain Bliss
Admit odds-on guilt for spreading delight and happiness
For as long as one's bold soul is doused with goodness
If I lacked money or riches, my odds could be limitless
As of now, I bear a heart that is fit to yield with easiness
The grain is large and plump, but in another is worthless,
Nothing vast occurs on consecutive with deathlessness
Giving delight to the noble hearts of others steadiness
An odd item that does not maintain the value faultless.
Written: January 23, 2022
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