Fever
I lost my appetite for delicacy
My pleasures got me angry
Nothing was even making sense.
Mama got so worried
And I got worrier
The moon sang me loneliness
And I could not catch
The glimpse of the shooting star.
The ranch got bushy
The horses got infested
My poor mare got weaker
From short of tours...
Alone in spring and summer
In my cowboy attire
Heavy sighs ran my veins.
Fever got me on
For she's far away.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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