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Grains of golden sand slips through
My fingers as I embraced my Riches
The winning sensation lasts
But a few minutes, days, years
Until it gradually fades- slips
Away in our hourglass of memories
Not diamonds or precious gems- it
Is simply Riches. Human Riches.
My fingers as I embraced my Riches
The winning sensation lasts
But a few minutes, days, years
Until it gradually fades- slips
Away in our hourglass of memories
Not diamonds or precious gems- it
Is simply Riches. Human Riches.
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This poem is for Poetic-State-Of-Mind's prompt, which is Riches. It is not the "riches" of gold or gems, nor is it the richness of a chocolate cake or the rich taste of your morning coffee; I decided to write the riches of knowledge and happy memories one obtains. Hope y'all enjoy my poem. 
© 2014 - 2024 Gin-Zura
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