Let's just hope
A sloppy delivery
From the uplifted vent
Upon its deathly ferocity.
Even though it's muddy
It would be more innocuous
That with all of its usual burn
I could conceal my inner fatuous.
A tremble of rocks
With a crumbling sound
Of a mile and kilometers away
From my liberating vicinity.
I shall not get wounded
To all its hazards
That with only its lahar—
Somedays I'll look through it afar.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 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...
