Broken Cistern
He told me his story, how much he loved her
And all his dreams were rainbow stairs to gold
In their little village their hopes on his shoulder
He thought she knew he was fit man of the fold
For always she pursued him, and ever told him
She would love him forever, and share what wage
Life may offer, she was muscled for good and grim
But ever so often he fled the frank fire of her rage
(incomplete)
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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