A Foolish Step

Bright moon was here,
Before a sandy lies
After the lips of hatred
Telling aloud
Cloudy summer
Anticipation was kneading hard
Prejudice on dice
Gamble of jealousy
Might be a finale
Our suffocation,
At large
Umbrage
We lost everything
Mislaid the same moon
After the dusk
Nothingness is due
Resentment was more
Entranced by greed,
Foolish step is always taken.

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poem by Malaya Roses
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