Sunday, September 15, 2019

HATTHORN

We look from gloom
couldn't see afore
worried we became
Eccentric and despondency became our friend

We couldn't see
They unveiled and hat on
We rejoiced and merry
Alas! A thorn in hat
Erosion of blood gully down

We bath in our room of agony
We slept on a bed of stone
We dine with our sorrow

©oladecious
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