Daily Poem 1 & 2 10/29/2020

All the beauty and despair

I saw it all the just

Unfair

And every brilliant moment

With you I wished to share

And every darkened shadow

I would hide away somewhere

Come with me, love, across the stars

Come with me to the place

Where all that has gone on about

Is rendered through the justice

Scales

And sense becomes the currency

Commonly dispensed

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No flowers grew

On dusty hills

The rocks rolled round

The pebbles stilled

They danced a jig

Upon the mound

Greystone missed

A step

Went rolling down

Near the bottom

He was found

By Crow who left

A tiny crown

Upon the upside

Dwonside part

Of Greystone’s

Weather beaten

Coin

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