
Words are strange
When they come out like a breeze
Sparkle like clear water
See the light in majesty
Reside in still ears
Pierce the throat of question
Forbid or command like a critic
And may be disgusted with herself
So she is thrown like a fetus
And may take her words for granted
To convince or suppress my ear
So she stealthily approaches doubt
To grasp certainty closely
As a sudden response
She may be humble
Or ring like an echo
As cheerful as a child
She tweets in a confused tone
She talks about her condition
So she exposes with a slip of the tongue
She may blame herself
If a bad omen befalls her
So she bullies like a despicable person
Or she adopts good words
If the blame is prolonged
And may act flirtatiously for a moment
So she spreads her smile to me
And whispers of love to me
To see me kneeling before her
She continues explaining To me
The ecstasy of her thoughts
And she will not stop until she reaches
The ecstasy of victory
And invades me with words
Like a miracle that dazzles my destiny
To make me fall at her desire
And leaks like ether
Thus our whispers continue
Until the heart rings
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.




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