Opportunist
A summer thought, on a mountain top.
Pessimists see it half-empty.
Optimists see it half-full.
It glistens and drips,
And it kisses my lips,
As I down the cup’s
Sweet nectar whole.
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Mama Magdalene
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Comments (5)
Beautiful!! 😻
I enjoyed reading it but i really wanna know what was on your mind while writing it.
Mm, this is very nearly a limerick! Deceptively simple, to say so much in so few words. I enjoyed this.
How nice that thought!
Beautiful!! 😍