Tuesday, 4 August 2020

Faiza

You who always slight, my dress of gossamer hue, can say what you like, isn't the sea divine, my smile is cotton blue, beams from another time, I dance in this light a lover of so few, make patterns in the sky, you drink me like wine, ask what can I do, my hair is wild behind, the pictures in my eyes, you always have another view from this bridge of sighs, we live in dismal climes, my heart bursts in two, it should be sublime, no one escapes this time, nothing left to refuse, I know what is right, fortune lies before you.

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