At Sunset
At Sunset
Moving out of my shell at dawn
As the moving steel swag into sunset
Muse at the reception ground
Pattering partying feet colliding
Eyes scouting for a flower
No vacancy embossed in her lips
Adjacent my nose, stood a pebble lifting a mountain
One of Ultimate Reality's Master piece
Bride and groom in a euphoric hype
Atmosphere mugged in music
As the gongon bleeds
Crispy note growing wings
Tables littered with letters
Thorns chewing beef
Hands handcuffed with pounded yam
Aroma awaking sleeping giants
The competition begins
A bevy of ladies in a brief brawl
Brawling over a bowl of beef
Nostalgic commuters slide into the moving steel
Brouhaha intrude, a chicken-head in her garment of sheer emptiness, exploiting my mute face
As a lettered man, i let sleep dog lie
Calls from the blues intrude my cell phone, it must be a miracle, three-ex's swagging into my heart
Vehicles bustling, trees descending, pebbles and mountains bidding farewell, clock tic tacking as my heart walk down the aisle
Lips kissing the bread
A holy imagination!
awoh awoh
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