Eve
The is night cold
The streets are mute
The stars are asleep
The moon is moaning
Peeping through my windows
the gentle breeze from the
beach beacons on me
But nature's touch is temporal
Eve's touch is eternal
Where is my Eve?
As tears flooded my veins
In region of my contemplations
an arrow of fear pierce through
my spirit
My spirit screamed for
deliverance from singlehood
Oh, where is my Eve?
awoh awoh
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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