True Joy Poem by Sandra Feldman

True Joy

Rating: 4.0


We tire of everything,
Like spoiled children,
With their toys,
Except from True Love,
The greatest of all joys.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 07 April 2015

A joy indeed, Sandra. But when corrupted and purloined, it kills joy

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