I fought the wind—
The violent current of blow
Casting the breeze into my pores
With a faze, I should've known...
I gripped the handle—
Never left me the chance to sought
For my retina would disperse
Throughout the imminent cold.
I stayed where I am—
With nailed toes
This is my territory!
It is not even yours!
I aimed my red umbrella against—
And grew as I tell;
"You wouldn't have an effect,
You shall disassemble yourself!"
But I never knew—
That my red umbrella swooped up and flew
There comes the violent wind—
Possessing until I swoon.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
