The Tower

There is always a tower we must believe in.
Invented eons ago with the habit of fears
With penury attached.

I'm passing by
Todays market.

I think the produce
Stinks of lillies festering
As sonnet 94 said...
Or perhaps the fish is
As it should not be.

In the relief ...
I promise I wont totter...
How loud I shout is completely
Nicely up to me...

Yelp!
:)








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-15 at 02:17

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