Lost Lots Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Lost Lots
Lost lots
"Lost" they say
I listen, and I feel
The things long, did people
(Particles which I see, virtual)
All linger in the light, short and tall
Dancing worms when it rains; at the dawn
Lost, my friend
Changes when leaves my life
Becomes wave, overrun by deep need
Lots is for, collectors overwhelmed with greed
I'm happy, when alone with my love, satisfied with goblets.
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