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Madysson Yezh Poem
Shallow waters but deep oceans,
She sinks in his arms like the Titanic.
Asking for a second,
To dive into the eye,
That the welcome makes her levitate.
Drowning under the cold waters,
Staying 10000 days under the sun.
Allow me in,
For your arms so cold.
In the hot summer,
The breeze turns cold.
Nothing's much worse,
That see you leave.
For my Arctic circle,
Curls always, back to you.
Copyright © Madysson Yezh | Year Posted 2024
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Madysson Yezh Poem
Beginnings are tough,
But its light to the heart.
For it has overcome much rust,
And has been left with just the crust.
Lost but never found,
The heart so intricate,
It searches each crook.
Certainly no bound,
That it stops with its nook.
Unstable minds,
Irrelevant buds,
Golden age of laden, of confusion
And new bones arising.
The last one grew some heart bones,
Are you too here to grow more?
For, destiny can only tell,
What will lie beside one.
Will it be you,
That my heart will beat?
Copyright © Madysson Yezh | Year Posted 2025
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Madysson Yezh Poem
One very fine day,
A mellisuga and a morpho
They were talking by the shore.
Suddenly morpho was trapped in a rope,
She asked for melli to lend a hand.
Melli lent her hands,
And morpho pushed through.
After much struggle
She pulled herself up,
But without melli's help,
Could she have done that?
I think the answer is yes,
But it would've made morpho press,
More deeper into the gland,
For it tested you, the land.
Morpho came back up,
Kept reminiscing the fall.
Melli consoled and consoled,
And morpho finally controlled.
Suddenly, the rope grabbed melli,
But when she asked morpho to lend a hand,
She still chittered her fall!
Melli was stuck,
Without a haul.
Melli cried, and cried
Her endless sufferings
Morpho didn't acknowledge,
and continued her whimpering.
Copyright © Madysson Yezh | Year Posted 2025
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Madysson Yezh Poem
As I look out the window,
The sun rises.
Looking at the sight of snow,
Makes me glow.
Light shining through the clouds,
It stands up proud,
Through the winter haze.
But will it last long?
We wouldn’t know.
But until next summer,
I can’t wait to have my best winter.
In a small story of my living,
All my years been filled up with you.
The beauty that resides,
The snow, the fog, the cold.
Nearing the rest,
The rest of breeze,
The rest of freeze.
Until the next awaken;
I Will always be waiting,
For winter’s next appearing.
Copyright © Madysson Yezh | Year Posted 2024
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