Praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity.
-Samuel Johnson
I walk along the edge.
A silent path of sorts.
A dwelling place of which I seek.
Enclosed underneath fallen leaves.
I run beside the shores.
A splash upon my feet.
A swelling inside my heart.
Undisclosed like a web it weaves.
I seek deep knowledge within.
A mirror that reflects.
A dwelling of my soul.
Overexposed like sunshine.
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11 Comments
I can relate...
ReplyDeleteCheers bro
- LDP
Right!
ReplyDeleteOn-point poetry
Nice Poem, even better quote. Have a great rest of your weekend blogo
ReplyDeleteExcellent quote! Nice
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Thanks for again lighting our day with your lovely quote!
ReplyDeleteI wish you a blissful week ahead.
Joy always,
Susan
nice poem. happy sunday
ReplyDelete@Susan Deborah: Appreciate that!!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a productive week, and many thanks!
I seek deep knowledge within.
ReplyDeleteA mirror that reflects.
A dwelling of my soul.
Overexposed like sunshine.
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Loved that, echoes within.
Have a lovely week.
@ Myne Whitman: I am really thankful for that, glad you like MW.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week-and do something new,wink*
Intriguing
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