Like a sly fox
Pretends to be your friend
Gleefully watches
When you're locked in a box
Its face so sweet
Like the sweetness of honey
Disappears in a whiff
If you have no money
Like a chamelion in its surroundings
It changes its colour
Looks at the wind
To blow where it goes
Like a venemous snake
Waiting to pounce
To kill with its poison
Just for its gain.
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The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
