I do not care
For speaking in riddles
We have two choices
Take it or leave it
Poetry, most often seems to be
A sequence of classic confusion
If laughter had a color
It would be lilac and silver
Dreamers and lovers
Are often disappointed
Silence speaks more profoundly
Than a myriad of loose chatter
We gather things
Only to watch them slip away
God’s word is……
An immortal faithful compass
Janet~
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