Little Rose
Simple lilies brown beautiful roses
it is ointment to my feet: these mosses
Little ladies rare seen fell fossils
She is isle lament: pieces in the vile.
Zamiwe_as wind, the fruit first
the fall and clash.
These heroic lashes of man conquered poets,
slay of knights by eye: flicker light.
Rude beauty speechless waters: her tender leaves
olive purity in slander quotes: the clan of eve
Sonnet font unstressed, without rhythm
just roses: her breeze of dance.
Little lady her eyes but lies
Little rose, thus: beauty to my eyes.
Copyright © Emmanuell King Lubasi Wina | Year Posted 2013
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