The Bliss of Joy
I sense one’s sight, I wiggle my tail
My cheeks are kissed, I shriek in silence
My ears receive joy, it’s kept in my mail
I laugh in my visions. This makes no sense
Taken from "The Life Of The Wise"
19/05/2020
Contest Name : Rithimus Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Copyright © Mark Anthony Bartolo | Year Posted 2020
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