Day 28- (2nd May)
Write a poem creating a character that is neither evil, nor dangerous.
But still terrifying. (No word limit).
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I see him everyday,
sitting on the chair with a paint brush,
His fingers are dipped in the various colours,
looking forward to create some vivid imaginary,
I don't know why do I get the feeling?
It's neither the soothing feeling,
nor the loud perceptive.
It's solely the calmness I can see,
into his eyes deeply.
A calmness, one can't describe,
But can be petrified without slicing a wood.
People said, calmness is the quality of being tolerant.
Yet, they don't know the meaning of calming down forever in the ocean.
It's like the calmness before the storm,
Which maybe fine for a time being,
But the aftermath will destroy everything,
Grasping every air of your lungs.
Still, I enjoy the present scenery,
With some paint brushes,
and different shades,
Oblivious to this unknown calmness,
This stranger hold so many mysteries.
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