I let my little lines patrol around me
For I wanted to inquire something
A stellar hue or a shining beam
Charge me whilst I hereby see.
Straight out from their lively homes
Hiding behind the grim shadows
I let my lines scattered
Throughout the vast meadow.
I wanted to possess such kindle
And let them carry me to my final home
So my little lines would truly help me
To the embellished, golden door.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoesíaBook 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...
