A short lived poem

something I wanted to write
dunno what it was about
but i wanted it to be written

thoughts tangled up
sky, water, climate, work, she
and it never reached an end

words never knew the letters
sentences found no meaning
feelings never ceased….

it was the Black Mamba in me
all set to be in the swords
Kill them all.. yes. it did..

& it did end unfinished. sigh.

A short lived poem just freaked out…

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