
Journey of woe
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
1 month ago
curse is the day i boarded dolorous
dugout of an unusual enchanter
to hay shanty,
drape as fabrics of gold
where fervour lay in wait,
her words, the warmth of sunup
sweeten with soft soap -
cuddle the wind of infatuation, sail her
dugout soft at the first light of day
her song nestle my vanity, wake
my lust from a divan of caution
with hesitant feet on dance step
i sing the silhouetee of goodness shade
over craving, laud her hay shanty
drape as golden fabrics
to lure the naif
my life, a glassy shell without her,
buzz a moth after her bale fire
with fragile feather lost
to the bonfire of infatuation!



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