Eerie Poem by Ludovik Celaj

Eerie



Eerie it turned out to be,
like a cyclone from the sea
Languid from the ailment,
ever without a treatment,
To tingle from the whimper,
made up so, risky on a flicker,
To buckle up hum on no hush,
until coming down distinguished,
A tint essence entwined endure,
squeegee reincarnation to acquire.

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Ludovik Celaj

Ludovik Celaj

Hot-M.E Madhe/Shkoder, Albania
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