• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 04
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A Metaphor

The trident of triumph
With flatness of fright
Signs of sufficiency
An Emir in his right

Neat and clever
Bright and mean
Disbelief and pride
Looks of a queen

Pristine climes
Soundless nights
Silent storms
Wuthering heights

They look for folks
That went to stars
Or the kids
Floundered far

Those defenseless looks
Guarded fear
Of never seeing
Never meeting