Issue 18 · One poem
The Gift
A possession more precious than gold.
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A gift, which I posses, is more precious than gold.
It is more desired then diamonds or silver, its value is untold.
Yet no one seams to want to accept this gift from me.
Many times I've offered, but apparently they just don't see
the value of the gift. It's left to its giver, unwanted by all presented to before.
This aroused in my mind again, the question,
Is it worth trying anymore?
Tring to find a soul. Trying to find a person who is in need,
of a precious love dying to be shared, with the one who will be my queen.
“A gift, which I possess, is more precious than gold.”
The Gift
§Clark J. Madsen - April 13, 1997