Conflicts

when there are so many fruits
when the weather is too fine for you
when you are too good to be true
when you appear with a smile and
when they hear you sing and give
to the world a hearty laughter
in there, at that precise point
when you think confidently
otherwise, the conflict
begins.

envy, as healthy as
a buffalo, is born.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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