I am just an amateur poet, I don't post the things I'm proud of for fear of ill judgement on what I consider good. I hope you enjoy it, I know it need work.
For they will climb the highest mountain
atop of which winds make them shiver.
For They will swim the deepest river
underneath the murky, cold delivers
...
Standing on the tightrope
There's a man hunched in brown and red
Upon his back feathery cloak is spread.
Alert eyes and trilling cries
...
They come up and ask,
“what ails thee child? ”
As if they cared.
Hooked noses and plastered smiles
...
it may be just a jest
just a golden picture
breaking sunset’s reach
as it paints
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A fish, a fish,
to be a fish
under water so blue.
Just me and you, and the coral too
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