Goldilocks Poem by Satish Verma
Goldilocks
Take me home now,
I am tired.
It was not physical.
Too perfect for connecting
with stars.
Can be most revealing.
Time to make an exit to become
paranormal?
Dust falls
from the moon's feet.
What will be future now?
Thou shall not
fail. There was no clear
path to truth to reach me.
Unless you live
in glory, you will
not remain an angel.
Loving yourself in extreme
beyond recognition!
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