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Away from the bush
#WritcoPoemPrompt107
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
As if it were a lucky rabbit's foot you possess,
People lose control,
A million or two more or less,
Can be the sole aim
In haste run the chase
Over an apple pie
Or a reward
In the trial, miss most of the points
Plague has a long way to go
Blashphemy! we shouldn't do
Foreboding in the recurrence of undues
Many fictions begin like knitting knots
Which shouldn't give way
For false cannot be crowned
Or the nature will storm the worst
The very countable days we have
Cannot be lost in vain
Playing the same treachery in recurrence
Can go no more
The arrow can be stuck
Where the truthful gods dwell.
© N. Gamage
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
As if it were a lucky rabbit's foot you possess,
People lose control,
A million or two more or less,
Can be the sole aim
In haste run the chase
Over an apple pie
Or a reward
In the trial, miss most of the points
Plague has a long way to go
Blashphemy! we shouldn't do
Foreboding in the recurrence of undues
Many fictions begin like knitting knots
Which shouldn't give way
For false cannot be crowned
Or the nature will storm the worst
The very countable days we have
Cannot be lost in vain
Playing the same treachery in recurrence
Can go no more
The arrow can be stuck
Where the truthful gods dwell.
© N. Gamage
