If money fell from trees 🌳💸
Like falling leaves. 🍂🌳💸
Ancient tree watches...
golden bills scatter...sate souls -
Like quiet hunger
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Nature's quiet dream
Falling like silver...watching
Souls chase what won’t stay.
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Golden coins scatter
Tempting abundance of joy
Dreams flitting away
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Coins clink in the breeze,
each one a siren’s promise -
branches bend to song.
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Temptation's tree sighs
Shadowy figures swirl...laugh,
Ancient wind absconds
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Gleeful silent ghosts
pluck gold fruits before they fall -
Time steals all away.
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Amber dreams descend -
whispers of wealth on the wind,
Gold melting to time.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Comments (3)
I especially loved the way you compared it to a siren's promise. Beautiful poem!
Very lovely, Novlet <3 Lovely haiku stanzas
Ahhhhhhh shoot great prompt use. Didn’t even think of doing a strain