I wander in the dark gay eve,
Where the birds croon there jingles,
Where the water splashes its eternal verve
And the men saws the charisma.
The angles allures her tiny devotee
Her child rote the rhymes,
Her men subdue the cosmos,
And then leaves in ease.
A stroll in the eve, so merry and calm
But the fright remains inside my heart
A ceaseless fright, none can overcome
The barrier crafted long, endures till now.
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A Crisp Through Words
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