The Poem In Mind Upon Waking
trapped in a diamond mine
yet try to pan gold
creates a dust cloud
whilst I store my silver in a cloth
to find it blackened
if only I knew the power
of the palm of my hand
and opening my eyes
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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