When life is seen in nines

Written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

The sun shone bright and the wind was cool On the road to that place, I was ecstatic Expecting the nine of all that life can drool Now and then I did dream of a picnic With my host, the prince charming of my dreams Laughing in love was no more made of whims Never did I see behind this facade of falsity Love turned instantly to what is known as cruelty Into a slave he made me, of craving liberty!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon For the contest Nine Sponsored by Tracie Indigo Dreamweaver