Fresh Is the Poet
Tonight I would die for my religion,
I would revel in its bosom,
And become the passion I speak of,
Like the manifestation of my words
Being the freshest thing,
To slide on your tongue
Like the equation of water to a mint leaf
Leave your tongue saying fresh is the poet.
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2011
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