CHERRAZO
Like a spark, it was ignited.
Like glowing candle, it was sighted.
Nevertheless, in its diversity, it is craved
Unleash it characteristics, it raved.
It is nothing but
Cherrazo.
Blindfolded it is, to all in its sight,
The joy it brings to those, who see the light.
Bubbling and spilling over the edge in its wake,
For those who hide it, it is just an icing on the cake.
Yet we all seek to get the perfect one...
Cherrazo.
Under the spotlight, our insides are reflected
But to the very last of our blood, we are infested.
By the one big plague, we crave to cleanse.
Yet the only way to cleanse it is being real.
Cherrazo! Cherrazo!!, we all crave for the perfect one.
Which is your Cherrazo?
(C) Tsobaza 310705
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Reminiscing's of a Renegade
PoésieThoughtful lines written by a struggling young man. Etched in some form of Amateurish poetry for those who care to read.
