Creative Writings Poem

So, It Will

So, it is a plight.
Whose wrath wrongs worlds
Who sings in its own grains
Whom folks consecrates,
In all of its eons. 

A Helios of haste
A Selene ’til Sunday.

In sum of its days.
Whom the Bang bestowed,
Who chanted in its serenity
Whose wisdom wafted wraiths
So, it was a promise.



Author: Abiel Merari/214214177

Editor: Desca Geovani Kristi, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)

Illustrator: Ajeng Suci Hati




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