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Fiakfairok Zathang Poem
I sat
upon a lonely hill
as the sound of rivulet and
breezes toned a bamboo string
perfectly with birds' songs
the sun
created mix-color of red_blue
and black_white over the horizon
as I, with a whiskey, sought all roses
but darling, nothing shines brighter
-Fiakfairok
Copyright © Fiakfairok Zathang | Year Posted 2017
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Fiakfairok Zathang Poem
I compose a ballad
in every line with the musings
of you; however
the ballad is a winged creature
with its chirping and tweeting
ventures to every part of your days
also, cherishes you at dreams;
while rainbows
surrenders to the downpours,
every verse paints the sky sparkling
and obstructs the tempest___
just by the thoughts of you.
Still, just because my feathered
creature can't join a breeze,
you simply disregard the sound of
adoration melody, and you rest.
-Fiakfairok
Copyright © Fiakfairok Zathang | Year Posted 2017
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