So much seems
Hopeless,
And yet
I awaken to
A morning
Promise,
Birthed in
Freedom,
Authenticity,
But most of all,
Love.
I never
Understood
Love.
For me it was a Transaction:
A Payment
Or Collection.
Now, They literally give
Me
Everything.
Keep The Change?
A Quadrille is a poem that consists of 44 words, no more/no less. You could infuse meter or not. You could introduce rhyme, or not! As long as it is 44 words, you’re golden.

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