Poem -
THE HONEST
The honest never change.
Because they have wings.
They live in a clear expanse.
Pure as birds.
That's why you always find them silent.
They sit by the riverbank,
Waiting for the sun.
The honest have a different flavor.
Imagine what it would be like
if they were here among us.
Their presence is rare and inspiring.
They remind me of you;
Dear reader
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Comments
I can imagine all of us sitting together near a slow moving river, nice sun and no secrets, that would be the life. I like your philosophy, feels like the oudh in the desert... (I like to listen to Persian classical music, among other tastes)