My last love wore a chocolate skin,
Expensive to maintain, I would rather a brown
I was the sickness that held her illness and the symptoms, showed
None of the old dandruff remained on the tree, all slide after a bath of wild flowers.
Our physician told.
Even the lilies remember me at the swamp next to the mahogany
But I did this to save a life,
The soils separated itself open with the right measurement.
She was beautiful, so fearless
Yet weakness her soul held.
I remembered my grandfather’s fourth wife.
Generous and loving was my first love.
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Woman
Poetry'Woman' is a collection of poems that explores themes of love lust emancipation grief death loneliness and all about a she in my world.
