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Bambi Apr 2019
There's no hope left.
The birds have stopped singing.
The flowers have whitered.
The sun has set.
Love is dead.
There's no hope left.
Seema Jan 2018
He looked weird
With his long beard
Seems unshaven for many years

Walked like a turtle
With a shiny armor like metal
Hung around his neck were cups and kettle

Swagging with baby like steps
I heard Tip-a-tip-tap
With his walking stick and a whitered cap

I watched him from far
Away from my car
Hip-a-didal-do why you stare like am at a zoo

He mumbled loudly like a roar
From a lions cage somewhere at the core
I kept my pace to see him more

A small man perhaps a dwarf
Making his way towards the near wharf
I decided to head off

As I turned to go
He startled from behind
Saying Sip-aa-say-so

Leaving me speechless
With no clue
Of how he got me out of the blue

He taped his stick
And sat on a brick
He totally looked sick

I said "hello"
He replied "ello"
"I am a weird fellow"


He looked away
Far to the other way
Got up and started his weird song

Tip-a-tip-tap Tip-a-tip-tap
With a say of little
Here I see a cat in the middle
Whose with me...Whose with me
With cups and kettle
Sip-aa-say-so Sip-aa-say-so
With nowhere to go
Hip-a-didal-do Hip-a-didal-do
I have no clue...


©sim
Creative writing. Fictional write, spilling imagination.

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