My own ways

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 19, 2017

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“My own ways”


Red brown sky black, black light,
Tides low and high beach, beach bright,
A black horse, a sword and a knife,
A young lad desiring for a pretty wife,

Singing the song of unheard music,
Strolling, trolling, picking in prosaic,
Walking and talking, talking and walking,
Breathing the earth kissing the dark mosaic,

Senseless eye show the pre love pro,
Heart is jumping not pumping to and fro,
Past to present walking silent so and so,
Stubborn melodies of memories do not go,

Ah! There to cry, there should by,
Memorable music scratches to soul why,
Once, twice, thrice why thou whisper to die,
Exalted dance of French how thou step I?

Pulled out hand across the chest to breast,
Foot by foot like roaring lion’s fight twist,
Kissed the face not the grace for the best,
Foolish wolves had forgotten their rest,

Malleable fingers suck hard piano says,
How do days gone for long long days,
Hark! Returning ever the innocent prays,
Forlorn! Thou chill atmosphere in my own ways...

#D Wisal Ahmad #Maddy


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