THIS IS A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
LXIX. greed is holding a star in your hand
and clutching it until it is at your mercy
these are the fools who simply pluck stars from the sky
they will never know the weight of the star
or the responsibility to care for them.
What did you think when you read that? What did you feel? Even if it was the most unintelligible scene or incomprehensible nonsense, tell me, please. I'd like to know
is it greed, or is it simply a poisonous innocence? plucking that quicksilver and watching it die is it's own beauty, you know, and what does exist, if not for us? I loved this little poem.
4 Comments
Lata.B
I think this shows the result of greed. I actually think this is so beautiful!
Flowing Ink
is it greed, or is it simply a poisonous innocence? plucking that quicksilver and watching it die is it's own beauty, you know, and what does exist, if not for us? I loved this little poem.
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oh em gee, i missed this poem collection! beautiful piece, as always! and i agree with @shiwrites, i really liked the way you described greed!
shiwrites
i really liked the way you described greed! you put an amazing image in my head and i absolutely agree with it as well.