Silent Boom Poem by sir gungorun

beautiful reflect to effective path,

but i aint see yet,

back to the moon throu window,

yes you can make this, i bet.

hire wood to streets..

thousands of double to one face

made by waves.

all of them shining like a light from black age.

collecting flowers from a beautiful moss lake,

and putting in a vase to memory break.

closing windows and coming inside back.

did nature cull its own with some vast rolling doom?

silent boom.

reduce time to the slow lingering of this gaze over loch and moon

then forget the rest

frank your days as a prank out of their ways.

youll got be owned a fur matt like poor pale parody bear,

so remember how to run back here.

beautiful repeat to effective steet's bill.

maybe can see then top of the hill.