Poems from AImyraia

Strain.
The motorboat proudly moves alongChugging, like it was meant to doAlways afloat, always thereUntil it sees a blazing flare Off it goes, off...
Pretense.
Where is known no time or hasteIn a room, inside a placeA sole beige cabinetThirteen drawers up to the top At the top, the biggest...
L'iver.
A hush, a whisper, not a soundThe sight above, TranquilityA whisp, a flutter, down to earthFlicker, flicker to the ground Soft, a shock...
Rejuvination.
There was a certain familiarity to itLike breathing.Creating a stage of my  own desiresWith my pen There was a certain excitement to itA...