Blind Gate
The silent one,the lonely age
Broad trees tied with fibrefill
When it's dawn,I wake in rage
To watch you pass by the landfill
Where I bury my sleep
But you didn't see my lost face
The afternoon sun burns my coolness
You pass freely,when am dead
To nature's gift of sadness
The weaklings, may now lead
It's not your dress
Nor the fiberfill for
Amidst the clouds and cress
Who will I fall for?
When your love is blind
I'll be standing by the gate
Where you don't find
Me,when it's too late.
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2017
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