In Awe And Fire

He looked very fine in his attire,
Enough to gape at in awe and fire;
He was angry as well, at us for being,
The staring and the pushing resumed fancying.

We were highly sensitive, fully alarmed,
By the rows and arguments rearmed;
We fought in the skies like kids,
Closing the statements with eyelids.

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