Am I be able to see through
The looking glass
By frowning or pouting
Towards the suspended gas?
Am I be able to refract the saffron
So it wouldn't come back
And would stop me for worrying
Its vast track?
Am I be able to stick my optics
To a fixed dimension
As I was still glimpsing
The suspended gas?
Am I be able visualize something
That I want to be
Tenebrosity, nothing but black
And shall give it a ragged stack?
Am I be able to beckon the storm
So I would venture my own
Not a pretentious scenario
For I must forego?
Am I be able to procrastinate
Whilst the saffron was coated by gray
And I'm having my hollow siesta
And shall all hosts think it's a normal day?
Am I be able to visualize these
And mutter myself that it's over?
Am I be the same as the recent fortnight
With having no chance to holler?
Maybe I can; but I'm too scared
For someday the tired saffron wouldn't even dare to come back...
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
