Fri, 05/22/2020 - 16:28 -- Stoopid

Yes, the finely floating feathers

Floating in the sky

One of the feathers

Even caressed my eye!

Ye olde agua, 

Frozen is dismissed.

Oh, my dear Elsa!

Let us dance, dance, 

Forever more.


Meaningless words

Placed in a line break

Confusing it

Losing it

Makes it sound..



The banana on the wall

Replaced by servant hand

Whenever it ripens

Lest, it may be bland.

No millionaire

Would pay for

A nasty old banana

No matter how pretentious it is.


Just like how I'd read a poem

Like this one

If I knew, with all its fire,

That it was really 


This poem is about: 
My country


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