Life
Fish and visitors stink
After three days,
Maktub of wise old.
To happen was bold
But is to live gold?
Sweet serenade tint
on dry bleak bays
Sour lemonade.
In mist days does
Ala rasi life dish?
Ancient writers' pen ink
Precious and bold,
Life like morning mist
In fog May appears,
In three seconds vanish.
Authur Michael Tupu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/28/2021
Poet's note: This is a language art piece that points at the shortness of life and what's really important with it, where maktub means 'it is written' and ala rasi means 'anything for you'
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