Love Puddles Poem by Louis Borgo

Love Puddles

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Is the first breath you take still your or have your stolen a piece of me

Way the wind blows do it holds or curl to way you seat

How do pattern form of rights and wrongs of love and relationships

Do money grow old of how you really feel

Is mountain out of puddles still a stream

Is young and the restless still hold beauty

Do money really pay for every thing and if so what balance the equation

Is rich and wealth form a lottery ticket what power the ball

Is hat more then accessory or call back

Do money grow old of how you really feel

Is mountain out of puddles still a stream

Is young and the restless still hold beauty

Do money really pay for every thing and if so what balance the equation

Is tender lover all one is missing

Or did my education pass the grade

Do true love hurts or let go and keep moving on

What hold picture in frame.

Saturday, August 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art
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