Thursday, February 9, 2023

Stammer


I stammered,
Many of them shivered.
I was chocked;
With those poisoned arms
And my arms lost its temper.
I scattered those roofs
With my stammer to bleed many tops,
As I was chocked with the lumps of blood
Drained by those giants.
Those pebbles scattered by them
Flooded on me to frighten me.
But my stammer was not monstrous
Like those predators who bleed many dreams.
I stammered,
And;
Many of them lost their houses
But can rebuild their homes on me.

      

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