Pummelled down, fists flying left and right
Black and blue and aching all over from the fight No! don't hit back... hold your breath and wait wait... wait... wait... No!...No!... not yet... wait Let flames lick your lungs...as your breath burns Calmly the clock ticks along... and the wheels turn... Now!... it's your time, don't wait another second Lunge forward and hit hard... don't miss a single shot Now the fists fly again, with blinding might Running the enemy to the ground in a flash of light Gloriously victorious he gets up from the mess The victor walks away... without looking back ~Richa © 2022 Richa Wait... wait...by Richa is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
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