Short Acmes Poems

Foe, My Friend
By Kalyani Rajalingham

Foe, My friend of hatred’s whims,
Many a thanks I owe but to thou,
‘Tis the violent bricks that you grudgingly threw,
That hath built my life anew,
For each rock that crumbles my life,
Hath become a stepping stone to thole thistles,
To stand grand amidst my trifles,
If thou wert pure and upright,
Why, my life may have been still waters,
Without the almighty tides to show me of greater acmes...

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