Friday, 2 October 2015


Ripe egg
Bearer of gold eggs

Your wings spread beautifully abroad
Peacock in flight
You swallow the pebbles of my despair
Your love reminds me of old God

You mean so much
Words are prisoners of your love
Your smile spreads across  
Your voice is a tale on noble tongues

I will tell my mother about you
And remind your mother of her beautiful tree
Planted in the heart of a young lover

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