The way the branch lingered on low
The strength of the frail currents
The way the night sky hushed the people
The rhythm of breaths of the feeble.
The way the celebration echoed high
The strength of the tensed beat
The way the lights electrified everyone
The rhythm of the cacophony of the young.
Now, I want you to choose between these two—
Of how will you spend the long, long lay
Just make sure that you'll not blame me—
If you didn't accept that type of lone, single day.
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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...
