Prompt 8 (Poetry Marathon)

 

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Wild cat! Wild cat! set it on fire

Burst it out!

Pine trees and oaks sleeps beneath the silent night.

Yes! that old oaks and pines.

 

Questions about old soul,

Raising hands for your attention.

Can you see them from your rear view?

The dark nights of old blue.

 

Two hands up, suprise me back

It surprise me back, again and again.

Old soul runs back and forth

Left or right, before the light breaks back.

 

(C) M. E. Flores

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