it came and went, like a storm;
leaving havoc in its trail, moving onwards on its journey
we watched it go, like a train derailed
staring so greedily, hoping to be touched
until it came close enough to burn
and there was nowhere to go
like a brilliant spark, so quick and so bright
our brightest day has turned dark
for all the jokers and all the whores
to begin again. ANOTHER EPIC POEM BY ANWAR IHSANZ
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