Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection
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  • Parts 56
  • Time 44m
Complete, First published May 11, 2020
Somewhere an old man dies
And a child is born
Mellifluous is the sound of his cries
To the ears of his mother 
It's the start of a new life
An year later the child exclaims
Ah look! it's a butterfly 
The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea
Down it looks to the blue and takes a dive
A head pops up from the surface 
The butterfly shrieks and away it shies 
The shark scowls and starts to swim
On its way it finds an alewife
"Oh my Lord! What beast is this?"
Before it loses its prey, the shark takes a bite
The other fish ever so lone swims to shore
There it finds a man with a butcher's knife 
It watches with awe as the old man exclaims
"We shall meet in the afterlife."
It's all a part of the journey ever so mellifluous to the ear
And we call it life




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