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by Sive Klaas Apr 10, 2017
Life, society /
She is an avalanche deluge that emerge
In vexation,eargerness and in keenness.
She scrubs and swabs the cruds.
She is gifted.
Most men are indulgent to her,but very
Afraid to detain the attention they seek.
What a pysche nature of green pastures?
She twinkles,sparkles and glitters.
I creep up on her, stirring prankster.
I no fella can frolic her, but cavort,
In an affirmativess of my entreaty.
I meek,cause she is a woman of quality.
A woman of quality, is equable as
Bellweather leading to hallow summer
Field of greenish,I; the minor,i follow.
She is a twinkling,gleaming top-tier.
That shines in shadowy,if he is hazy
She lucids his mystified pysche kop.
She is my merited biltong,the finest.
She is a woman of quality,the A1.
A truly interesting and wonderful write! Well done!
by Sive Klaas
Thank you Ren. And thank you very much for your time
by Larry Chamberlin
Your dialogue reminds me of street talk in Soweto, is that deliberate?
Your imagery is intuitive and powerful. I think you have a raw talent that is refreshing in it naivety and can develop into a great voice.
:) thank you Larry, I have been constructing words, they really reflect my feelings.
by Poet on the Piano