Pick A Die From The Dice

Is There Someone Here?

I am grateful
For the little gifts.
I am faithful
To the hand that tiny lifts,
The mountains of memories
That blessings heap,
The nightingale’s melodies
that soothe nature to sleep.
I owe it first to man
And then to woman,
They are shadows just like me,
Demigods if you agree.
They control and create,
Destroy and jubilate,
Talk about love that burns like fire,
The kind that consumes an enemy’s hate to admire.
Its wealth is its inferno,
Some say magma,
Brighter than the sun’s yellow,
The yellow before the moon agrees at dark to answer.

Then I’m grateful to God;
The even in the odd,
My family and friends
Before the list ends,
I’m so thankful,
I couldn’t have been this flower without the dirt.
The beauty of the feet is seen clearly against earth.
I’m grateful for nothing.

Leonell

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