arkantos arilius Poems

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1.
The Visitor.

Fuming with anger was the wicked sky,
so furious was it that even death was feeling shy.
Ten thousand suns could'nt calm it down,
what was missing could'nt be found.
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2.
Face Off

Schooldays were those
when on my way back home,
whistling louder than a siren
was on a speedy run.
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