Chandeliers Of Crystal Glass

A Limerick poem
(9-9-7-7-9,  AABBA)
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Row fast,  to the faraway island
Full of riches,  there is the king's land
Never fully rest on oars
Or risk fight with the boars
If you want to reach the no man's land

The sky is full of glowing feathers
And the land, with bulgy form  panthers
Even my heart is thorny
Crumpled on countless journey
So cold,  and shiver from the weather

Wind flows into the open tunnel
Hitting the rooftop and says farewell
Chandeliers of crystal glass
Falls down, injuring the mass
Then break plates of uneaten  sorrel

©Pen of A True Gemini™
A stoic writer