A nameless nation
That swallows the sinker
With hook, line and bait.
Aborting the dream of a good catch.
Blue peter on empty ship;
All peter with petered out desire.
Not until savour desires to interfere
That won't be absolute change
A land is a saber toothed lion
That cries deep in glade
While infants shuddered home
And the grizzle one's snatches their gut
In panic of great tribulations
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That hover and hoot in space
Awaiting in ambush for vulnerable prey;
To feed on.
Those that runs away,
toward the shore of posibility;
Have their hope dashed with time.
So @adeyemidrey, you are a writer!! Wow, im impressed!!! I like the game of the words, you really know how to make them match. Im still trying to make poems in English, but the results are not that good, so im still writingpoems in Spanish. Is not that easy to translate them as i thought it was.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts through this poem!
@adeyemidrey