Boom! The windows shattered.
Outside in the orange afternoon,
The culprit and its commanders ran.
All for punishments no one could avoid,
Just for reproaches no one would hear.
The black and white culprit did not do the crime.
All because of my round shape to punish,
All because of my round sides to blame,
I am clear of guilt.
While its commanders must take the fine,
Two identical shadows long disappeared from find.
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Beauty of Our Earth (Poem Collection)
PoesieA poem collection to describe our mother Earth and the nature around us. Cover picture is royalty free image from (pexel.com).
