Untitled Old Poem

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He swims at the foggy white river His owned deep canal Salty water overflowed From his two oblong shape elfin stars Mostly, a not so interesting water place But he decided to be more creative Like how the word pain Become more artistic to him He wanted this stream To resembles the plain sky An ocean alike But he just hated the cerulean color He loves the literal meaning of the curvy rainbow That'll be definitely an attractive design But knowing blue still part of it He has dumped the colorful scheme Like how reality murdered his Every majestic dream Success is not all about hard work Hardwork is an overrated word for success The storm smashes what he has sowed The sun burned his ice of effort Luck, also thinner than needles And he is not the chosen one Love is just a word for the few And every of it added to his Melancholic river Now, he thinks of the right Amazing color that surely will fit That's when a scarlet embers entered To his imaginative thoughts The tempting apple of Eve will surely Fly him to other dimensions Where he won't care anymore For the cycle of pain Just one last sting Yes, a reddish river seems An amazing art So he is ready now To shed liquefied rubies from his skin But something stops His ambitious attempt Abruptly, he thinks of vermilion As the color of beautiful flowers Red as roses Red as heart Then, a sudden very long sighed By then, he ascended from his canal To give life Another chance... 12/13/2016 Mysterious Aries Note: Mysterious Aries is Simplfred here in Mylot or Frederick Espiritu... It's me...