Weal
When the humid breath of spring crowned this place
Two darlings buds blossomed in one.
Lines of years unrolled with eagle mighty wings apace
Through toothed seasons, many delightful adventures won.
Once his hands landed on heaped treasure
With king like mien, he dropped with empty care
Who flooded his bosom with amorous pleasure.
With king like rue he wails, "bulk treasure brims no heart anywhere."
Copyright © Ibrahim Jingo Jafari | Year Posted 2022
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