Who's Repose

By Phil Gioldasis
Tiresome fatiigue under a palm tree.
Drops of fall rest in my pocket.
War suffering work matters sweetly.
Like the sea and sands quiet and faint.
Very well of unjust rest do and practice.
Rich and wealthy pedal and decoration.
Like that of an elder tree of undue.
A flamboyant pompous day rage no more.
Certainties of just truth an knowing.
To regain what was lost and poisoned.
Oxigenetic and full of similarities.
Of enemies and friends.