The boys sing,
They cry in their
mother's voice,
agonistic poems on
The walls,
I am 13 little boys,
eloped
in darkness
Exiled in
horror's superior,
2 kilometers
Into a labyrinth of death
uncertainty
Curls deep into Rocky
And muddy
unpleasantnesses
the torrential
rains approached,
The pandas mimics
the air, the boys
Smile in tufts of
Agony
Thailand's snake
fighters sing in
Tears, and the
monsoon
whispers death
in
Patios.
Goosefooted men
Are weaving waves,
They'll be here
I am tears,
I can't wait to
Hear you are rescued
A navy laid his
life for you,
I beg the monsoon
......................................................................
For poems and web/blog contents
Request at
https://www.fiverr.com/videoarticle/be-your-article-rewriter-write-your-blog-post-bios?funnel=cf7a13fa-6f9f-4e8f-95a6-e4eba5a2b7f6
No comments:
Post a Comment