Dear World

      don't give me poems of spring

or empty words of love

      don't gift me roses or rings 

or all the gold in Rome

      don't sell me to princes or kings

for I'll be locked in a tower

       but give me wings

and I'll fly above the kings 

       holding their empty poems & rings

       & half-forgotten things 

as they watch up from their towers

This poem is about: 
Our world


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