I tried
Cried not to come to you
But your sprinkled love on me
Like a blessed curse on the Asante King
That he rages to war
Is greater than that of Amon and Isis
Kre--it broke my heart
I challenge the gods may envy
That which you give to me
And i taste
Never.
Never again have i been insane.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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