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ToffeeFable
12-03-2017, 01:16 AM
A happy accident,
For meeting you was never my aim
When I came to a place where night and day are one and the same.

In this purgatory
Where dust and bureaucracy reign,
Only money is a guaranteed gain.

So many boxes slip through my hands,
Clatter my way like tumbleweeds,
And once in a while a battered one its contents bleeds.

I apply what I was taught,
Repairing all I can,
But between my work I trial the distance a gesture will span.

The intended recipient by duty distracted,
You returned my wave instead,
So it seems that on purpose to me you were lead.

kiz_paws
12-03-2017, 09:48 PM
Toffee (and by the way, I LOVE your username!) I enjoyed this poem.
Good work. :)

ToffeeFable
12-04-2017, 08:54 AM
Thank you! :)

tonywalt
12-04-2017, 11:23 PM
So it seems that on purpose to me you were lead.

love this part