Sunday, July 14, 2019

My Aunt (part:2)

I often heard you say
That sometimes your peaceful face mislay
It's quite impossible to believe
But then how does it retrieve ? With abnormal speed.
Are you a difficult book to read ?
I did not find a soupcon of anger so far
Maybe your peace acts like a tar
Mending broken roads on the way
Whenever you pass through people they bless you and say,
"I hope you have a beautiful day."
Whenever I meet you I scream "YAY!"
Your talks acts like foliage
On the holes of rage completely filling them.
You are amiable
Whenever I meet you my anger mode is disabled
Don't worry you can't hide your secret for long
You may be smart but I am determined and strong.

~ Della

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