“We walk through dust.
Her stilettoed feet
Click on the street.
Circumstance does thrust
Birds of diverse feather
Together for pleasure.
While money may impress,
Whirling dust
Will take
The flesh
Of paramore, and rake”.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Many thanks for the kind share, Michael. Kevin
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Beautiful. I love the closing line. 😉 xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem. All the best. Kevin
:-)) Thank you, Kevin! All the best to you as well. xx Michael