Young boy wanderer,
Elder father, a story-teller;
tales of a utopia -
a sorrowful
one, sorry.
Young boy banished
by his neighbour, an enemy.
An eternal tender End?
It has never been, so.
A merry End - O I wish.
Wanderer, you aren’t lost;
write, draw, worldly chap -
a decent scribe, too,
a stack of feathers, two
ink pots, so,
scribble
our ancestors’ mystery.
THOMAS RIVET
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Poem based on the suggested words below:
- Wanderer
- Utopia
- Sorrow
- Banishment
- Enemy
- Tender
- Eternal
- Merry
- Mysterious
A big thank you to Shir S. for the suggestions!
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