Monday, April 11, 2011

Sick Midnight Thought by Witness Hamudi

If she were here and home being far
From her sweet i would sorrow though
But, her embrace being charm and lock
I’m bound and won’t stray any far.
If imprinting was for gulls and bears
I’m one that found suckling on her breast
A child you can wean with chilli on the chest
But not a man; I’ll forever cling onto hers.
Sweet dreams are for eternity
Blurred visions of her nudity, only future knows.
If its only dreams, we can make it with care
From valleys green to hill-tops bare.

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