If these dying embers
Are prodded with a stick - then
the twigs turn and reassemble,
The fire ignites and rekindles.
It's like smoking a beehive,
And the chaos that ensues -
If you prick and prod me,
I will, for sure, take an issue.
If you poke a sleeping bear
You're asking for trouble.
Take your eyes off a weeping angel,
You're in for an eternal slumber.
So take heed, before you provoke,
You may not like the results.
Think twice before you hurtle
unwarranted, uncalled-for insults.
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Small Things
Poesía- Mostly metaphor-free, this is a collection featuring poetry that possibly many can relate to. - Exploration of human nature, feelings, emotions and the lot.
