Bewitched
The cradle that calls
in a beauty that sings
odors like exotic roses;
Her fidgets so fine
as her body so shine
in the tangibles I find;
Riddles she resolve
puzzles she answers
in delighted smiles;
My mind and lips
thoughts on papers
remain bewitched like gazing statues.
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2008
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