Where love is
By hoalarg1
Tue, 07 Apr 2020
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Love, colouring
battle-scarred
at rainbow's end
the dream maker
There, seen
gone
unbound
in Harrods and its bins
Given, taken
starving the rich
feeding the poor
flattening this land
Love, near
deaf, dumb
far-flung, yet found
rooted voices without a sound
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I'm the jailer
your inmate
and I hunt for you through these bars
the harder you tug at my side
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elusive happiness
Nothing is good or bad but thinking makes it so. I think Shakespeare? Happiness is so elusive. Not when you have what you want, but when you want what you have. It is true.
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