Her Tears By Me
Goodbye O gravid existence.
To my new way I faintly ramble.
Remember my fate upon the
scrolls of loss.
Her tears by me were made
amble.
Should this suffice,
My words fibred and set aglow,
Wreathe me in ice.
And upon me, I bid you; row
Copyright © Benmosi Gomina | Year Posted 2012
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