At this point I have a lot of free time since exams finished. I may not be able to update tomorrow, so, here it is.
A little girl,
without a pearl,
wrote a note,
it calmly spoke,
"Sick has my heart been,
since I left your being,
intensifying my wallows,
sleeping in my gallows,
the disease rots,
my soul distraught,
I care not now,
that the sound be found,
gold and silver,
sneakily slither,
beauty and charm,
painfully drown,
power and fame,
dreadfully befool,
all those who fall to their nook,
mother,
your story rings true,
now that my eyes are anew,
the sun has fallen to oblivion,
and the darkness has come to recognition,
you made my run down whole,
and gave me a bright new pole,
for as much as I'd like to stay,
and drift into your endless bay,
the bygones pull me to the grey yonder,
and sickness pulls me assunder,
let your heart be forever at rest,
and your troubles fade in your nest."
She pulled down the note,
and left with a boat.
Happy Sunday in advance. I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this.
How was the poem?
I hope you have a lovely evening.
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MY POEM COLLECTION
شِعرPoetry allows you to discover, And gives you the gift to recover, Giving you the wheel and compass, To venture through the bypass
