The Calyx
The Calyx
The Polar went into the rock
where the ice was melting,
Being furious, it thought of her
mother to be deviated soon,
It was full of the perils of insect
bites, frostbite, a thousand numbers,
It was not an ordinary thing to
go into the depths of the holes.
Where they decided to dine
together for expected shelter,
To get rid of the hurdles to
defaming the kitten coming inside,
It was the prey indeed for
everlasting love and fraternity beam.
The animal roamed into the icy layers of the hills,
Where the foods for life were laden, there,
The crocodiles of the river were prying into the fish,
Where the polar was looking fiercely into the depths,
For the golden opportunity when it would have the percussion.
The animal roamed into the icy layers of the hills,
Where the foods for life were laden, there,
The crocodiles of the river were prying into the fish,
Where the polar was looking fiercely into the depths,
For the golden opportunity when it would have the percussion.
It is pragmatic
ReplyDelete