BELOVED RHYMES

ALMIRAH

a door of sublime opens new realm,

lying in the corner with apparels

untied, glistening the shine over rhymes,

who turned belle to beauty in

this castle of beloved poem of her's.

there lies the thousand secrets of my past,

childhood! the doors to close when I play my

hide and seeks, to open in days of

melancholy, casts my fate to fly by.

oh! the smell of this rosewood remind me time,

when you and I would hide to slide through crimes.

the Merry days of our sheer past recalls our home,

for I would dive again to feel those steps to roam.

this timber glazes shine, tales full of beans.