This book, is created for the documentation of Ken's poems of diverse varieties of genres. As you read and follow each chapter, I hope you don't get puzzled along 😂. All poems found in this book are all made by Ken, in which he takes pride in writi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
In a day called time, And a time that was day. I sat on him and pondered: Reminiscing the role I've played being obtuse, Remembering the conquering battle I had with bliss, Because, in exorbitant extol, I exalt myself. I muse in misery in those memories, I ignored the chance to being humble, I gave a chance to water my pride, Now, it's tall and firm, But with bad fruit it bear. In deep melancholy I have grown with my pride. Here I sit on its fribble branch, With my parlous, yet, an eye-opening saw.
