Her warm hands laid me down
As I travelled swiftly into the dark town
Whether here or there, the noise I heard
Was hazy to the milky child
The chaotic-violence and tumult
All met my gate shut
I could hear faintly through my little opening
A call at my name in a voice wailing
'I won't go' she said whimpering
My child! My fruit! She calls bawling
I struggled so hard to open my gate
This dream, you see, looks too sweet
Okay, she said, 'make the owl see no more'
Huskily, he shouted, 'the owl sees us more!
With wetly wangs, a throbbing heart
She took a bold step into the night
The nightingale composed a song
Whippoorwill sang it on
A lament to my dreamy self
Still, my langurous spirit won't come to life
Score of years
Yore of tears
Years of pain
Proxy could ruin
Her fruit, he laid under proxy's umbrella
Would Karela feed so well her banana
Mixed fluid, affected me
Originality, almost left me
When banana deemed to see his tree
There she lies, feast for flee.
©stephenero
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