A misty shuddering voice,
Murmurs stories of Alice and Coraline,
Disappeared in the black towel,
A towel around the globe.
Tales told it traditional,
Myths are perhaps cynical.
Fiction,God, myth ,fact,
Is a mystery of untangle acts.
Poet, poem, prophets are veiled,
Gibran, Wordsworth, Donne,
We’re not step-sons,
Created air Everyman exhaled.
The secret broke which My Window unveiled.
Day5
#NaPoWriMo
Nur Nazibur Rahman (c)
Description of the poem is a mystery I am resolving. Hope comments will help me understand the hidden self in me.
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