Shallow valleys, shadow alleys
Lonely cat on a moon chase
Discards strewn wayward
Niggardly, sick at heart
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Take what is offered as no one can promise tomorrow. This is hindsight but the thing called grace might not come knocking again. Should you want to say no, remember the world can end tonight, and none will know it to prepare for it. This goes for all kinds of offers and opportunities. Impotence is not willing to take a risk for happiness.: -)
Great poem.You achieved to chain those words up in the best possible way!
Beauty is in the eyes of the looker. Thank you.: -)