The Mystique
Eagles soar in the Sky but this one
Is wounded Lying near a fire
Mystique pick it up and put it in a bush
hopefully it will recover its strength
Angels abode in heaven but this one
has been poisoned in the cages of hell
Mystique hid him in a dark corner
hopefully he shall recover his strengths
Silver-stars come out at night but you
are out in broad daylight unperturbed
Mystique you must be a puma
mystique you must be a sentinel
Lewis Nyaga
Mystique Roy
code 254 1851 HRS
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2015
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