In a dream state,
I wake,
Thinking of dreams I created,
Thinking of dreams I hate,
Not gaining any worth of thoughts,
I throw my mind to the wind,
Falling from pocket,
No spare change left to give,
Only enchanted ones I would like to pass,
So its freedom to someone,
Paid freed by love than cash,
So all the hate I rid from the world,
They are enemies to me,
I rather they fall from my pockets,
Like dead leaves from a tree,
Still no worth nor beauty,
But in some eyes it might seem to be,
Just a bunch of loose pennies,
Invisible to thee, if not for greed.
Loose Pennies
by: Jixi Fox
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