I wait for romancing

The moon raked life raking the embers

lightly lit by the candle light and shows the paradise

is the swung of heart finding pretext for motherhood

and there is a girl waiting for the side to restore what we call calmness

and there is a big wig waiting for a lark

there is a chimpanzee who rollicks and falls for the man

like a scourge of the memory in which all is forsaken

like a cloudburst of anger nudging towards the helm of order

till chaos is gone and memory witheld of all the history

in a simple glimpse


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