To scissor the palm from an azure sky
men come, holding blades, unlikely
Machete taken from a drug lord whose luck
Fell when the tunnel entrance,
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A commentary on life after watching its happenings and its mundanes from close quarters. Thanks. Without characters the story Becomes a ruse. As, without the fog Of weather, any night's becomes another.
An interesting story poem with experiences encountered in life. Thanks for posting it here.