Today is the last day of poetry writing month
I have reached the end of a journey long and slow
Twenty-nine poems under lock-down I have done
The thirtieth one is taking shape right now.
Here are some last words harboured in my thoughts,
to tell the world of what our treasures are worth,
"Our hard work for silver and gold are all for nought,
for they can't bring back the beauty of our Mother Earth."
Last words
20200430 0928 hrs
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