The Counting House Poem by Zyw Zywa
The Counting House
Drops of passion trickle down
through the counting-house, it's time
to live, but how?
Shall I travel
to a beautiful story
and conquer that place?
Shall I sail over the seas
of feelings or fly over them
and ponder
where I want to land
where there is a task
for my wishes
and create a space there
that I do not yet know
so that I arrive somewhere
I have not gone to?
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