K
K is an eleventh letter
Eleven, written like a road of ember--
Like two sticks standing upright
Like two wands of magical sight.
K is the commencement of man's fate
End point of man's action to date
K is when you fly a toy in the air
Feels like you're floating without snare
K has four points
Like the four corners of a book without joints
Or a laptop with smooth edges
Viewing nature-crafted ridges
K is the root of giving
A trait that never die in living
K is when you praise a good deed
A greeting that grows and never bleed
K can be a nocturnal animal
Playing around like a live toy in a musical
K is when you express your affections
A sign of respect and love in all directions
K can be defined in many ways
All good thoughts and notions of the human race
K is like a bent cross
Carried by the Savior who died not a boss
K, for short, is just fine
Specially when you care and share when you dine!...
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023
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