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 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Edmund black
Love will show you
Every inch of its colors
Harshfully and beautifully
It doesn’t have to shine bright
All the time
For you
To feel it,
For you
To see it,
For you
To find it,
There  is a dusk and a dawn
in all directions of the sky
Too often we wonder,
Where is love?
But offer no safe space
Within us
For it to rest its head
Too often,
We wonder where is love?
While love wonders,
Where are we ?
And why are we
Roaming outside of ourselves
in the search of it ?
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Qualyxian Quest
We forward in this generation
Despite decay decline
The Age of Exoplanets
Vanilla with the 9

My son plays Magic the Gathering
I spend much time alone
I experience coincidence
I threw a Rolling Stone

At the edge of my sanity
Can feel Death bearing down
Everybody knows
I am the newsboy of this town

Never could forget her
Time is the Cross
Come as you are
Flowers in the Loss

              Roses!
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Julie
Acceptance
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Julie
I’m allowed to have peace
In a world we speak
I’m allowed to have rays
In a world we say
I’m allowed to have green
In a world to be
Me
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
bulletcookie
porch light ignites night
yellow eyes stare, darkness flees
tail flicks bid adieu

-cec
Fiat money is unsound money
   Because governments can print
      More of this money at low or no cost
         The printing of more money is so easy
            That those in power can never resist the
               Urge to create new money for their use
                   The fiat supply remains unpredictable
                       Therefore
                    Let’s use a money with known supply
               The solution is to create a limited money
            That has a cost to the creation of units
         This money would be sound if no group
      Or person has the option to issue new
   Money beyond what was programmed
You can see this poem on a background here https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery045SoundMoney.html.  This is the ninth poem in the problems and solutions series.
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