living poetry of gold
I drift my soul as steamed lift up
that iceberg under sunny rain.
My mind will be a blissing cup
without a spleen and pain.
I learn no fear a fame and grief.
I discontinue futher
free rhymes hold.
I change my lifetime of big chief
to living poetry of gold.
Tuesday, July 12th, 2022
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