And then there the dry goes
Hovering through its mutual
And then the person blows
Fluttering till the almond grounds.
And then the breeze came afloat
Realizing they're coming to my humble abode
And then there goes a peeking radiant
Fluttering till the almond grounds.
And then the brown altered humid
Seeping till my dainty skin
And then it landed on my palm
Fluttering till the almond grounds.
And then the heat surrounded
Quenching the given humid
And then I ran, ran, till I see the same
Fluttering till the almond grounds.
And then I shout, "Alas! Till the almond came fluttering till the ground!"
Disheveled lowly beneath the covered dirt
And then it somehow burrowed through—
Crawling till the almond grounds.
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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...
