The Lady
poem by:
Gyen Abubakar
Written
on May 20, 2018
A spark is made And the long-haired one gnaws her teeth. Her silence glooms every moment And makes the darkness fade. A word from those lips Sounds like the wind as it whirls, The tunes of birds echoing. Not only her face draws the brains... How long does she take to make a step? Don't three nights befall her journey? My lady's walks feel guarded, And even her waist sharpens Hercules' blade.
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Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 22, 2018 at 1:13pm
...any girl that makes "the darkness fade,".......is someone special ...nice poem Glen....
Frank Hornby .
commented on Aug 22, 2018 at 3:18pm
....sorry I meant Gyen......
