6. Incomplete

I wrote a poem last night
And hid it away from sight;
In my deepest chamber,
without any light.

I held it too tight
As left and right
it broke into pieces,
Left and right.

One piece took a flight
And flew to you like a kite.
The other one rotted and rusted;
Indeed for it an unfortunate Plight.

~Rithin

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