The Story of the Two Clairevoyant
I smile when they talked
I giggle when they spoke
Silently laughing when they took
Their past memories out of the brook
As the flowing stream of conversation gushed
The stashed memories was revealed and spoken
I, at the midst of the two clairvoyant was bashed
By their memoirs, even good and harsh
As their chanting spells cast in the air
I am stunned can’t speak, thrown into flare
Listening to their oracles as if they’re bare
But for real, before, those are all nightmares
To delight in this chant changing
I just pretend ignorant as old man aging
Their wands was raised as if they’re waging
Stoke of their words are really imaging
Those past memoirs, and bitter nightmares
Those untrue love and playful changes
Was washed and changed to cares
Of True friendship and good chant pages.
Copyright © Aldren Bantog | Year Posted 2013
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