Learn more about other poetry terms
Here is inland pride, And given bonks on the head, What is important?
It's like a shadow. Falling beside me, but not on me. Or in me. "You're not mixed?" They ask with a questioning smile on their face.
Electrical boxes blasting our eyes, Sending images of fear and conflict, Talking like a serpent, which is unwise, Illustrating a dove as a convict. Every time, the deception keeps going,