Poetry
My scarlet ogle
I am exhausted
Battered by waves of the Far East blues,
Trodden down by the unveiled Tsunami
That resides to tranquil the Beethoven lyrics.
I crawl down on mother earth, whilst I
Breathe the floating air that rocks the Himalayas.
I am a mere lone delight
Implore you to accompany me along this azure dusk. My Lady,
I do not dare to dream, for my
Inward retina bear stains of corrosion,
My cheek grins as embedded seed,
A Sahara in its prime evolution;
Life seldom spoke, whilst the
Wait of tomb's day terror my ferocity.
I am scorched petal,
Implore you to lark me on your profuse locks. Trust me My Lady
I pray not for your barricaded kiss
That desires every lad in the valley;
I long not for a touch of your skyline beauty
Which dances the rain dews to harmony.
Someday when I no more implore,
You will sweep your tears and must know All I wished you is to aid my dropping
Tears and question me of the mystery of my Scarlet Ogle.
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