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@Ailjhe 18 July 2020 more from that month

Singing poverty

In tatters,in tatters. Again in tatters,this is my life For food I pick herbs by the roadside. In the moonlight I sit meditating all night long. Looking at 9the flowers I forget to return home. As much fuel as I need, Is supplied by the wind These fallen leaves I gather If my robe dyed black Were wide and broad enough I would cover all the poor people of the world Under my sleeves. Thanks everyone always tc! ❤AILJHE❤

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6 comments

@Bestie 18 July 2020

I knew this was gonna be a sort of poem cuz, I was wondering how poverty sings 😂
- @Ailjhe 18 July 2020
  
  Your right,😀..thanks..
@Dangerous_Fly 18 July 2020

I didn't think it was going to be like this and all words are also clearly chosen >In tatters,in tatters. Again in tatters,this is my life For food I pick herbs by the roadside. In the moonlight I sit meditating all night long. Looking at 9the flowers I forget to return home Actually this part looks sad for me .. Anyway thanks for this
- @Ailjhe 18 July 2020
  
  So much thank you sir..for upvoting..
r@reyce 20 July 2020

A good poem and I could relate it with myself of what is a life of poor is. With only a mama to feed us. Thanks God we have survive.
- @Ailjhe 20 July 2020
  
  Thanks...