Nor Could I Foretell You
NOR I FORETELL YOU
Before I leave I could'nt see you
Bated hoods of trials
Of life and love .
Protruding stuffed pockets
Of havesack,
Moth eaten trails and judgments
Of our love and life.
Heaving I left the terrain
Seeing not wayside brooks and inns
Exiles glaring and grunting
Nor could I faretell your for good.
Cab moved disinterestedly
Before I could hear
A deep moan fading out
That rose from our soul
Inside the embalmed body
Of our life.
Copyright © J.Koladi Samson | Year Posted 2012
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