Bomb and Pencil

Huge black Bomb lay hidden in old barn,
The world sparkled outside, but danger slumbered within.
Bomb showed off her curves with pathos,
Although most likely she was also afraid of death.

Next to her, on a small wooden shelf,
Simple Pencil lay there and thought bitterly.
Bomb was predatory and dangerous, he was so useless...
They argued which of them was more important,
But each knew the answer for sure.




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Bomb said she was horror, and that was her meaning,
She could destroy the whole world if she wanted.
Pencil replied that he was just graphite and wood,
But he doesn't want Bomb to explode.

At night, when Bomb fell asleep, Pencil began to draw.
He created drawings consisting of simple lines,
But lines merged into miracle, and thus magic was born.
Then Bomb woke up, and everything started all over again.

Years have passed, time has come to demolish old barn,
Its inhabitants stopped showing signs of life.
Pencil had not drawn for a long time,
Bomb did not threaten to explode,
Therefore, movers carried trash out of barn without fear.

Inside the barn there was just rotten hay, remains of Pencil,
And rusty piece of iron pipe that vaguely resembled bomb.
It was covered with pencil drawings, but no one noticed.



The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.