When Life Is Seen In Nines
The sun shone bright and the wind was cool
On the road to that place, I was ecstatic
Expecting the nine of all that life can drool
Now and then I did dream of a picnic
With my host, the prince charming of my dreams
Laughing in love was no more made of whims
Never did I see behind this facade of falsity
Love turned instantly to what is known as cruelty
Into a slave he made me, of craving liberty!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
For the contest Nine
Sponsored by Tracie Indigo Dreamweaver
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013
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