Tomorrow's Dark Poem by Micheal Bello

She tidied the hair with massaging perfume.
Weaved pretty shinny stars to the reality.
'Oh! , It sounds purple and fresh.'
Had you a bright light to light the dark.

He waited for the sowing fruits with elegance
Fixed the whole tale with blinding beams
'It's hilarious and willful.'
Had you a bright light to light the dark.

The morrow day, when mirror plague your image
With flimsy excuses dished by the meals you prepared
Those period of your words choices
Will decorate tears of pains to your imagery.

Sow a good seed, for the morrow might demand you.
Bright enough light so you could see the morrow's dark.
Grow enough image that the mirror may stand
For you coming into the figure with great delight.

~ mickey