Feels like milliseconds
To prove I want to swarm
Into the refulgent water
Beneath the green palm.
I walked and trudge
For the rocky dip
Here goes the isolated piece
With a tone of hoarse.
Let me down gently, into the vivid shard
Take a chance to forfeit its harm
Dip your head, your toes, your arms
Hold on, for I'll tell a Psalm.
A curvy piece landed on our fuss
Sternly, I gaped afar
It's sparkling, much more like the cascading shard
Fearing the isolated will never be interrupted...
Sure, it's sparkling...
'Cause it feels like a millennia to prove I want to swarm again
Into the refulgent, shards of water; filled by an isolated and a sparkling
Bound together; if that would make me startling.
Let me down gently; let me sink and get pierced by the blue
For you're still occupied, having no clue
But really, I don't need your hoarse, I insisted;
I got used to the shards... if that even existed...
VOUS LISEZ
Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoésieBook 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...
