Curiosity. (a poem)


As I sit and think beyond
What these frontiers might behold,
As I peek and look within,
flames of wrath or bullions of gold…

Unbridled, insatiable, unassailable,
as I bask under the sun,
as I drench in the rain,
my appetite of curiosity grows and grows…

~~~

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