One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
... and destiny will speak when future comes to the Land of Plenty where the Only live where nothing can be further from the glove than the hand that made it.
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