Leaves of anguish
Got ablazed in the wrathful ashes,
poor to deal with fathom of daylight.
Anguish pokes in the back of vertebrae,
just how I hurt any!
Maybe faulty was I from the matters,
wasn't able to gulp the juice.
Life blessed each periodically
may was I busier to split in mud.
Flames looked vengeance,
Only were Elixir in the tree of joys.
Might have been care to share
if the leaves were honest to the hearts.
The tree shall embrace silence,
the key to all remained go dutch.
Agonies sums in creaks of conscience
but delight can be felt amongs always!
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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)
