The first time I saw them both
They were trying to capture a moth
'Something's going on in here' i thought
And decided to sought the mystery out.
I felt something was fishy in there
If only one good clue they could spare
So, I followed them like a detective
And did some work like a real detective
On the third day, I caught them red-handed
What I learnt, left me astounded
They were aspiring to become scientists
And collecting moths, for their training as 'scientists'
And here, I thought they were smugglers
I promise, One day I will catch real smugglers
And then I'll be a real detective
A detective who is secretive
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Pearls of the Heart
Poetry*COVER BY ME* Hello there! Pearls of the Heart is a collection of poems that are entirely mine. This work of mine allows you to cast a glance at the surface of my thoughts which run miles deep. There is no particular theme for the whole collection...