The Onion High Poem by Kenneth S. Frankel

The Onion High

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Onion high, secret inside
each layer a ride.
With an inner sense
Held by a picket fence.
None will know
This source of my glow.
My many survivals
are in a world of rivals
With each layer a friend. Comfortable in each skin
Accepting mystery within
And mastery of the air surrounded
Each layer keeps me grounded.

Monday, January 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: environment,psychology,self discovery,society,world peace
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