via Daily Prompt: Calm

The master  at work,

sewing with  lurk,

every movement slick,

every strand thick,

soft as couch,

yet makes you grouch,

a thing of beauty,

a theater of cruelty.

The bright dew drops,

masks the spiteful drops,

the wings that fly,

ends up  dry,

the more you heave,

the less you leave.

With all your might,

you feel more tight,

the one’s who are free,

emanates calmness in spree.





ps: a novice in poetry,please pardon me and correct me if im wrong, thank you folks!



partly inspired by ; Quirky Parts , much more magnificient than my piece of poetry!!by









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