Prosperity?
I plan to be
The best attempt of me
So raises the question
Of what builds me
I see how you use it
It creates wit
It lasts through all storms
It ascends and descends
It never loses care
It holds to stone
Like it can be born
To last forever
And so it is rigid
Because of your form to me,
Perfection it be in prosperity.

Posted by Aimee in Poetry