Life is plain
Nature is calm
Everything is at peace
One day, the flaunt aunt
Turned it into several pieces.
That person was a flaunt aunt.
Every angles: Click, click, click.
Every sides: A Gigantic, A Majestic peep.
Unknown to the Earth,
That flaunt aunt, a silent witch.
Waving, physically a good stitch.
But deep down, that flaunt aunt is to send you in a ditch
Until you broke your switch.
At the end,
Who am I to sing?
Who am I to sing this feeling?
When I know my ships are far at the distance.
When I know my ships are wrecking at the inner glance.
I just prayed, one day, when I wake up
The flaunt aunt never sailed at my ship again.
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THE DARK kNIGHT: INTO THE NIGHT
PoetryThis is a 3rd book poem of 21st Century poems. Come on lezz read!
