by on February 3, 2023 :: 0 comments

The feeling as an infiltrator
remains inside me.
All-time I travel
on the edge
of my limit.
Weeds grow everywhere;
though I am not
afraid of bankruptcy.
“No! Sir!!
Poverty is the real wealth.”
Blazing sun-light
cannot burn my home
in the Mercury.

editors note:

What’s hot is not when you’re too poor to pay. – mh clay

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