The Ripe and Riches

A Poem by S.R. Wolf

The Ripe and riches

I brought you here to wonder

To bellow and to cry

Among the ripe and riches

Below the honey sky

You are so square and bloodshot

The days drip from your eyes

We’ll live on love and moths

Till the clouds make a dive

May you float on the city

And may the streets live of your skin

Among the ripe and riches

Whatever it will bring

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Added on July 2, 2012
Last Updated on July 2, 2012
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Samuel - Ruben Wolf Medina from Copenhagen Denmark. Please don't be shy to comment or contact! All feedback is deeply appreciated! more..

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