Rich in
years, travel, love
music, peace, gardens, words:
I’ve no (he)art to sell my poems–
take them.
The prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 7 is to write a poem about money. Here’s a soothing little cinquain to rest my brain after yesterday’s workout.
Very nice turn on (he)art. π
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Thank you. Sometimes I think (know?) I’m reaching a bit but still can’t resist. π
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Always reach!! You do good there!!
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