An Outsider
An outsider......
I venture to be an outsider,
to worship you , not from near
at your celestial shrine of love
to be like a flying white dove
My Veins are alphabets;
Thumbs are words;
Hands are sentences.
My pages are for your lust;
Chapters are for your life;
My book is your soul.
Cover becomes the tomb stone.
By Williamsji Maveli
Copyright © Williamsji Maveli | Year Posted 2013
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