A Rhyming Lyric


Love that holds

beauty that beholds

suspicion that withholds

being these in hold

one goes about bold

has to be told

not to fold

opportunity is gold

whilst it is rolled

grab it before it becomes cold

a practice  of old.kssr-year-5-literature-poem-59-638

 

 

 

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