Take a walk, stop the work.
Go to an isolated place,
Where your eyes see no fork,
Just yews with emerald space.
Hear the birds' sweet choir,
Cageless, flying in unison
despite their origin and colour
for it's not their decision.
Or to a child's wonderland,
fireworks are the only gunpowder
falling onto a grave-less sand,
besides the unviolated water.
Go back to our twisted paradise,
have the mad news knock sense?
These are solutions in disguise,
to our humanity dying in intense.
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A/N: I remember writing this poem to help my friend for his Literature assignment. It's saddening how the world is altering, there are solutions to curb environmental issues but there's always pros and cons to it.
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Handwritten Letters from A Marionette
PoetryA collection of one-shot poems. Some unprofessional ones were written as a child, others just a few years back. Take note that the events, persona is not based on my personal life, sometimes just inspired by fictional characters or social issues.
