Limerick
There is a passage ahead
With an alien in suit red,
Walking on squares
Chess board thoroughfares,
He’s a future orb thoroughbred.
(Thru the times corridor
They will come in peace or war
What is out there?
And who knows where
They’ll arrive from distant star)
Surrealistic Scene – A Sonnet
Each day and night's a surrealistic scene
Of everything and its truest own fire
And those moments that are here about between
Of feelings from within and their desire
There is no haste in day’s eternity
Or that which becomes for its own rose
Like all that is here in a plenum free
So is all awareness of reaching close
The heart shall never in story be told
For it is like dark seed of a flower
Its beat your attention for short may hold
But then departs within the reality hour
Thus if there is an epic there arresting
It never has a long span that's testing
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