MANGO 70
In the evening of our Mortal life
Laying bare our errors past
As we all would flash back
To our morning past
In the twilight of our empty hopes
...the renewal of our fragile skin
Our two legs most transcends to three
Like the Samson of old
Shall the demise of our strength come to past
Cross-legged we both embraced HER
From the part, we all must trend
Someday, oneday.
Poetry by diora
Read 1050 times
Written on 2006-05-24 at 10:40
Tags Death 
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Zainab |
Zoya Zaidi |
Onyeka Nwelue |