• thepoet1 22w

    Sheep

    In the bewilderness
    In the middle of the jungle. ..
    Far east the golden shores of the lakes..
    We sit. ..
    I play the harp for my Queen
    She dances... like a sphere rolling on the ground..........

    The moon shinning above us
    Makes her eyes glow and shine ...
    Her lips so sweet. ...
    Her shadow rolls and dances to my tunes.
    She dances as she ascends. ..to the heavens..
    In the bewilderness she left me alone with my harp..... but i will still play the harp louder till she descends to meet her.. Soul mate..

    Poet :Luutu Samuel Darvin
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