Poetry Doesn'T Sell Poem by Sony Dalia
Poetry Doesn'T Sell
'Poetry doesn't sell'
sings a Wiseman all the while;
driving deserving ones to shores afar
looking for shelter and support.
There is a place for every one
there is a moment for every thing;
as flowers bloom, scatter fragrance
uninvited, unescorted.
Books, books, books
looks, looks, looks;
there is a timeline or tagline to hook…
lest how can fish get trapped?
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5/3/2024 5:40:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Uninvited unescorted Flowers bloom scatter fragrance. good one.