Precious

He said so you know your worth

She said I was never purchased nor sold

I know I am a moment well spent

A warm comforting hand

A story that is still being told

Company that can’t be traded for gold

And no dollar can define my worth

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strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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