In sight,
The waving hand,
Caught in the wind,
Airborne briefly,
But quickly tethered,
By its attachments,
The hand which ere,
Had wrought devastation,
Wreaked havoc,
Brought crashing to earth,
With a wrist flick,
A construct so simple,
And so strong,
As to have been before,
Indestructible.
And now the hand,
Is waving bye-bye,
Baby like and innocent,
Next to her consonant face,
As she blithely exits,
This new ground zero,
Free of guilt and,
On her smiling way.
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Thank you for sharing this. As I read it, I am reminded of someone who never meant to, but still, left the sam impression. Nice!
Wolfheroine
I really like how this poem goes. It is true that in this world there are people who are catalyst for disasters. But they are innocent and unaware of the havoc that they have created. This is just one of the mysteries of life i guess.
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