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An Invisible Stranger
#WritcoPoemPrompt51
What would happen if you become invisible for one day? Write a poem imagining what you would do with such superpower.
It was raining hard over that part of the world almost at a speed that could break a roof or a wall of a house. It didn't take long to grab some of the roofs and several walls of the houses of the surrounding area away and some were broken or smashed badly due to high water pour down .
A little boy and a puppy were seen stuck among the rubbles of a half broken house. Suddenly the boy started to move his limbs from among the rubbles but it was a weary effort since he couldn't move an inch.
Miles away, I was sleeping finely ,having none to disturb I could have the sweetest rest ,that is only near to death.Death is a half sister of sleep apart from which there are other different forms like rest like in lying down or nap by drugs or alcohol too can send one to sudden drowse or sleep like some poet who pointed out in his poem, 'Death, be not Proud', which is a remarkable thing as it never comes though we needed it badly,sometimes.Suddenly a splashing light...
What would happen if you become invisible for one day? Write a poem imagining what you would do with such superpower.
It was raining hard over that part of the world almost at a speed that could break a roof or a wall of a house. It didn't take long to grab some of the roofs and several walls of the houses of the surrounding area away and some were broken or smashed badly due to high water pour down .
A little boy and a puppy were seen stuck among the rubbles of a half broken house. Suddenly the boy started to move his limbs from among the rubbles but it was a weary effort since he couldn't move an inch.
Miles away, I was sleeping finely ,having none to disturb I could have the sweetest rest ,that is only near to death.Death is a half sister of sleep apart from which there are other different forms like rest like in lying down or nap by drugs or alcohol too can send one to sudden drowse or sleep like some poet who pointed out in his poem, 'Death, be not Proud', which is a remarkable thing as it never comes though we needed it badly,sometimes.Suddenly a splashing light...
