Rise, my dearest soul!
Feel the imposing existence of this point
Your bowed head must be soon—
Given the delectable grace.
See and build for the open fields,
For they will now place the final piece;
Gradually I kneel,
To endure for such sudden predicament.
Bestowed upon me— the wrath of time,
Time in which I didn't even get to know
Who knew that from what I built that gave me a lift,
Would surely faze me not quite a bit?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PuisiBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
