A Baby Floating on a river,
Going to the end.
Ending gives him purpose.
Sprinting river can't.
Went to the river myself,
The river was not dry.
Floating on the water,
The baby doesn't like to cry.
I didn't take the baby out,
I didn't have a rope.
I could have saved him with my hands,
But I didn't see any hope.
Floating baby, started crying,
When he was almost at the end.
I said don't cry baby,
You were always with your end.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
