BizaareA Poem by Myle RentI used symbolic words to cover the characters of this poem the hidden story that maybe someone could understand someday.
The eyes that as brown as the sugar in my hand,
The hair that as calm like the waves in the ocean, The smile that can melt the irons on the ground, The laughter ringing loud as the clapping sounds of the claws of crustaceans. I may never be able to compare thy beauty But the words are longing for you oh my deity, I sound like a man and you're the damsel but in reality, You are the earth's idol of masculinity. As the days of the sun in the east is drawing near, And the bells hanging low cheering, The moon of the sheep from the east longing for its dear, Waiting for the sun from the west's soulful meeting. Life must go on, and it's high time to cut the sheep from dreaming, But the soul will remain travelling. As the sun from the west has yet to appear, The sun from the east will not be put into fear, Who is greater? the question will be, Who are meant to be? is what about to see. But the earth has only one moon and sun in the sky And time will tell who are meant and chosen, now we must go on for the sheep will go to eastern high, As the moon awaits for the great westerner to be awaken, Bizaare and mad you may think these words are, 'cause it is a labyrinth that is sealed by its maker To hid the treasures of the moon From the sleeping western sun's rival, All for the sake of the easterner's betrothal. - Myle Rent 10/02/14 © 2014 Myle RentAuthor's Note
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