OXYMORON POEM
Bittersweet Memory
Nine years old my little big boy
Of a sad smile cries for a toy
He’s good at acting naturally
Though he is awfully good
He scares me walking dead
When I stop him joining small crowd
Once he is found missing
in the dark light, chasing his musing
His cool passions are seriously amusing
@Raji❤
poetry my passionate soulmate 