Triumph
Wilting autumn, blowing winter
neither shall perish branches,
for blooms in merry commence be
the triumph over wilt.
Rights are foolish,
Rules were innocent barriers.
Oppressors are to be snatched fright
to triumph in ours end.
The vanquisher of humanity
nor good shall accomodate,
So, will evil rouse.
All is over the triumph of control.
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Extraordinary in Ordinary poems
Poetryit's a poem book based on extraordinary experience which can collect from some simple things. written by Bedbrota Saha an amateur writer whose debut book on Kindle was MonTopno. (15 y.o)
