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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Ella
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A flick beetle is flickering around my room
It pings like coins hitting the concrete as it hits the windows.
PING!
It rests
and I think it has gone
But then it flicks again
flick, flick
against the window pane.
Then it dive bombs to the floor
Dull flits now, like tiny people trying
to make a lot of noise.
I can see it now through the darkness,
in the corner near the door
Flick! Ping!
Silence
flick, ping
I can hear my flick beetle dying
Flick!
It is gone.
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