A poem,
I would like to write
Pen in my hand...
It attempts...
Choking my throat
Unable to recite
A poem seeped
Down the leaves of
An unknown tree …
In a virgin forest
In the minus degrees
Of the remote Antarctica
Alone,
Amidst of freezing winds
Well, well, well,
That's enough!
Enough of your lies….
Says my conscience!
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
A poem,
I would like to write
Pen in my hand...
It attempts...
Choking my throat
Unable to recite
A poem seeped
Down the leaves of
An unknown tree …
In a virgin forest
In the minus degrees
Of the remote Antarctica
Alone,
Amidst of freezing winds
Well, well, well,
That's enough!
Enough of your lies….
Says my conscience!
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