*as much as I hate to admit this, after my friend suggested me to read one great manhwa, which is uncharacteristic for someone like me, it struck me really well. I wrote a poem.
Prosaic, poet, beneath, a stoic,
Lingers flower, unheroic,
Flukes and wavers, wind hits ravers,
Man, unfazed, his best behaviours,
Wanders, listens, wounds on wrists his,
Circle, two, spinning hibiscus...
Beauty withers, mind remains,
Guards and fires, prickly rails,
But walks past, by, remains unwry -
Awaits him rose, in thornless sky.
As asked, @mrlunatic and @IWWorkER
Prosaic, poet, beneath, a stoic,
Lingers flower, unheroic,
Flukes and wavers, wind hits ravers,
Man, unfazed, his best behaviours,
Wanders, listens, wounds on wrists his,
Circle, two, spinning hibiscus...
Beauty withers, mind remains,
Guards and fires, prickly rails,
But walks past, by, remains unwry -
Awaits him rose, in thornless sky.
As asked, @mrlunatic and @IWWorkER
